Unwinding

“Cradle me
I am infant
once again.
I've forgotten all
I thought I knew”

The last page of “Providence”
sealed my fate

I wonder if I never said it out loud
if I would have spent the past 5 years
watching everything I’ve collected
release itself from the stranglehold
of my chosen identity

Moments and memories made
that made me, me
have made me look harder in
the mirror and check for the wrinkles, marks and smile lines that
let me know things did happen
and I’m not just walking backwards
through daydreams


I know who I’m looking at
and he knows he’s being seen
which is where we both agree
to meet when the vision for what’s next
is blurry uncertain


What we know now 
is that we can’t know it all
but we can let the self evident truths
reveal themselves in time
to be collected and shared between
everyone else we meet along the way
and find how quickly we can sense
they know what we know
without the need to speak or use irresponsible reflective wordings


In these moments
silence and a smile
says more than
all the volumes of literature
in every library on earth




“I like
to think
I think
I know
And yet
I know
I don’t”