To know everything implies that I know something
“what” I ask of myself “do I know”?
When the sails of life luff I may not be going anywhere
When the umpire emphatically cries “You’re out!” – I am
When the doctor tells me I have cancer I have no questions
What about those times in which I know nothing?
When the first thunder booms can I get under cover in time?
When a patient squeezes my hand for the last time is there more I could have done?
When my child makes a bad decision can I change it?
But there are those moments…
when feathery leaves dance with the dawn, I can’t contain the wonder
when a young dolphin squeals as if it is laughing, I must laugh
when I’m held lovingly through life’s storms, I am comforted
“no” I answer myself “I do not know anything”
with each day I cherish life and people a bit more…
At Poet’s United, Verse First Kim Nelson has prompted the poet today. In Writing Down the Bones, Natalie Goldberg says, “In writing you can know everything.” So today, be omniscient. Be a know-it-all, an expert; be the last word. Write a poem with a voice of authority.
Here is my last word then – I have to agree with those who have gone before me “The older I get the less I know.”
Photograph: “The Last “Ha” © L. Moon 2013