i play at the edges of knowing (Explored)

...lest we would sift it down

into fractions, and facts –

certainties –

and what the soul is, also

I believe I will never quite know.

Though I play at the edges of knowing,

truly I know

our part is not knowing,

but looking, and touching, and loving,

which is the way I walked on,

softly,

through the pale-pink morning light.

[from "Bone" by Mary Oliver]

 

EXPLORE: Mar 3/13 #232

Done