the knowable

every time

I try

to grasp something

that is knowable

it rises up

like a very great wave

ascending 

with the strength 

of some almighty

bone-breaking

confession; 

but the moment

I think

I have the answer

to the question

it strikes me down

and says

‘let that be your lesson’ 

Casting my reel

On the floor of my mind

I sit, weightlessly 

rocking back                   (back, back)

and forth 

casting my reel

into lunar lakes of thought 

its slender line 

sinking                              (down, down) 

into the brine basin 

then cautiously, cautiously

dipping my toe in 

before retracting it back 

as its ice cold grip 

tries to pull me in; 

for once I slip into these waters

I might lose myself

fall down                           (drown, drown) 

and suddenly forget 

how to swim.