Monday, December 22, 2008

Before I knew myself

Before I knew myself
maybe I knew better.
Ideas unformed
were beautiful in rawness unrefined
dreams whole and undigested
perfect in their state of possibility.
before I knew myself
I was less ruled by the
fears I had yet to acknowledge
I was impulsive,
willing to look
now I sit back in my Lazy Boy and
point to the book with the answer
to the question
I stopped asking long ago,
but it's not right
I am not wise to let go of the girl
who knew she didn't know
before I knew myself .



1 comment:

Kevin said...

Curiosity and Wonder. Never stop inquiring.