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.


photo: the river trail that connects Kennedy Park to Downtown Napa. The trail I walk when I’m sorting out algorithm in my head.