What I Know

[gurdonark]

A fact appears on my screen,
recited as if gospel
pixels light on the road to Damascus.

I imagine myself a skeptic,
quite discerning, not easily led,
a scientist of the heart rather than a fool;
but when I have listed
the things I take on faith, and
the things I take on fancy,
I find that a child at play
knows more about reality than I.

When I get up, worried, at dawn,
I pause to ask myself
how much do I really know?
I realize in that coldest light,
that I do not know what
I do not know.

Comments

[twiceuponatime.livejournal.com]

26k (plus) word count ... Kudos on that "over-half-novella," fella.

And re: the quantity of "that which we know." (or do not know) ...

Beautifully put. High on the scale of chill bumps.

[gurdonark.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the comment on the word count. Now if I can just rumble 23,000 more words down, this particular bit of November madness will be done. As for the poem, I'm glad it inspired chill bumps. Chill bumps is a good thing.

[kamileon.livejournal.com]

Good shivers... Well written.

[gurdonark.livejournal.com]

Thank you!