The Posture of Unknowing

A poem about being unsure in a world of certainties

Photo by Randy Jacob on Unsplash

Some days
I feel this soft body harden
into a resolve to admit
I know nothing
of this wild, sand-shifting world.

What a contrast
to the megaphone-blasting sound
of crystallized certainties
dancing about out bowed heads,
unseen and omnipresent

like floating dust mites
suspended in a stray
two o’clock sunbeam
on some
unremembered Tuesday.

I’ve grown to enjoy the contrast —
the world’s angry claim of
concrete objectivity aside my
shoulder shrugged:
the posture of unknowing.