the things that i don’t know add up.
i must in humbleness unlearn
the many tropes i thought i knew
that were just lies, self-serving –
but not in silence to remain.
although i might be fearful that
i have not found the one sole source
among truth’s many flavors that
are now my heart unnerving –
for have i truly known
the weight of care
that others bear?
it seems unlikely, where i sit.
for truth, like peppers, has
its many shades, varieties, and purposes –
and i cannot remove myself
from the perspective which
defines the learner
this slow burner
this world-weary, bleary eyed, wage-earner