In trying to make sense

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.

Image

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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