Certainty
Not what I tell
But what I’m told
And the faith I posit
The trust I deed the source
And if another time
When thought was young
The map an artist’s
The sea a well
The sky a ceiling
The earth a platter
And storm a semaphore
Beyond decipher
See then my certainty
My confidence my science
And my glib alliance
With mystery and lore
Am I not lucky now
Knowing so much more
Certain of what’s waiting
Behind tomorrow’s door
But what if it’s a garden
And serpents like before
2/12-3/13/97, l/18/98, 7/12/98
Copyright 1998 by Maurice Leiter
Posted with permission.
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