If we were to speak
only of what
you really know,
it might turn out
there’s not much
to talk about.
The universe is
always there
for all of us
to lose our way.
After all, it’s a lot
of time and space.
I lost mine
when I continued
after “If”.
If only I had been
wise enough to end
it there, but no,
I love to think.

Though it’s too late
for me, you may yet
dumb down thinking
to calisthenics.

Try this. Say,
“Knock, knock,
who’s there?”
as if it were a prayer
and if it rains,
you’re free to go.

After that tricky bit,
you’d think
I wouldn’t dare
write another line,
but, as you see, I did
and will. So,

if you call me wise
I’ll say this as kindly
as truth allows:
the fool
you’re talking to is you
and you and you and you.
One and one are two
or four. A drum
is beating on this page.