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.