I can’t say I know
with deep certitude
I want to know
what I do not know
How to know
what I think I know
a long road, I only begin
to make the first step
and, there is, how to see
and pay attention.
“there is much I’m happy to forget”
-illness as a metaphor.
I have to learn
new ways of survival
I can’t drip in and out of doubt
-fortitude to hold one’s ground.
photo: the river trail that connects Kennedy Park to Downtown Napa. The trail I walk when I’m sorting out algorithm in my head.
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