I don’t know nuthin’, I say with a sneer and a grin full of weeds. I don’t know and don’t blame me, I say while trying to hide – don’t ya know I’m stupid? I don’t know and don’t care either, I say with bravado to cover the lie I am telling, because I do care, and everyone knows it. I don’t know, say my children when I ask them what they think they’re doing, which irritates me even though I don’t know what I’m doing either.
I don’t know why some men think macho is a good thing. I don’t know the reason for life but that doesn’t stop me from living it. I don’t know who keeps whispering to me in the dark stretches of the night. I don’t know the capitals of all 50 states, or the geography of Saudi Arabia. I don’t know if I’m going to go on living tomorrow. I don’t know if matter has an anti-matter, or if it matters if it does.
I don’t know what I’m writing but I’m writing anyway because I said I would. I don’t know what good this all is, maybe none at all because I’ll die anyway and my ignorance won’t matter any more, not that it ever did. I don’t know and wish I did, but perhaps it would spoil the surprise of heaven.
Sometimes it is wise
not to see how far it is
across great waters