to ponder
whether the luminescent pearl
glows from the secret
which must be
buried at its center
outward toward
its edges—or
the other way around?
Do you wonder if
the drawer in your
bedside table
is for placing
keepsakes into, verses
pulling them out?
Then how
could you think there's
a bet you can make
on the the place
where truth ends and our
willingness begins?
Certitude is not
a concept
we're taught;
faith can't be asked for—
it's just the lot
we get.
