He spoke of not knowing,
rather than of knowing.
What don't I know?
Which begs the question
of what do I know?
I am here. Where is here?
Who am I? How do I know
I'm not dreaming?
What do we really know?
The bird sings, or is it
the tree rubbing against
my roof?
What do we really know?
How to do something
we've done a hundred times,
like cutting a vegetable in half
or putting on your shoes.
And then
we watch a pro,
and realize
we've never really
done it.
Imagine
if kids were graded
on
what they didn't know...
or if
essay tests asked,
what don't you
know about the subject.
Much harder to say
than what
you do know.
What do you know?
What do I know?
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