On Knowing

By: Heather Nanni

Imbeciles speak certainty

What a gift

To speak as if to know

To know nothing and yet speak

Profess

Extol the virtues of a fool

And believe

And others believe your earnest folly

What hubris

Oh how I envy your lack of modesty, your lack of shame

I would trade fortunes if only to share in your gift

To know

I would know

so I would sing

 

Lie with me

in the night                                                                                             

 

Look at the stars  

without fear 

without fright

 

Know all is well   

Don’t question   

Do not doubt

 

The stars will not fall

and burn your dreams out

 

But I am too tired

so tired

I will leave night to my dreams

Perhaps tomorrow I will know