[accidental poem] a feeling (well past bedtime)

[kaberett]

this is my job: to say "I don't know; let's find out"
to delight in the possibilities of ignorance
to own my whole self, my joyful unknowing
to tease out the best questions I can ask
(fingers gentle through hair or soil or water)
and trusting follow where they lead,
because nothing is ever truly wasted
(or everything is -- in the end, it's all perspective).

but first-- o, first: I had to achingly unlearn
the fear & doubt I'd been so patient taught
as though their absence could erase the thoughts
that penetrate & permeate my mind.

pray do not tell our children: be afraid.
pray do not teach them shame. instead
let them rejoice, for "I don't know"
is not an end: it's a beginning,
the first step down the branching paths
that lead inexorably home.

Comments

[kaberett]

This is one where I realised the thing - that to some extent, it's the very same people who make a living out of curiousity and not-knowing who enforce the idea that if you don't know something you are bad and should feel bad - and then I tried to write a post about it and it turned into a poem.

I am really glad it works for you. <3