KNOWING a tiny bit of the UNKNOWN

Remember being born,

Exiting Mom’s womb into this world?

Were you concerned about hunger

As you searched for a life giving

Sweet nipple?

Concerned whether she would keep you warm

Or that you might be dropped by Uncle

Or have your neck strained ’cause he didn’t support it

With his other hand?

And that soft spot on top of your head!

Do you remember worrying about

Little sibling pushing on it?

That was the Unknown

Today, you don’t remember,

But it must have happened

'Cause you have a belly button

What is the known?

Very little, actually

Even now, little is known

There are no eyes on the backs of our heads

We know little of who is watching us as we walk

Through the mall or sit in class

Or sleep

Little of what is said about us do we know

Little control

A speck of

What we think reality could,

Might,

Be

The Unknown is infinite,

Without quarrel or debate,

Reason is known,

Easily won argument

Confer, seek intelligence of our kind

Ask her, ask him

None knows, ever has known

Or ever will

Otherwise omniscience

Would be the title won by such a one . . .

Case closed.

At night we sleep; we don’t know

Helplessness is the Unknown

A piece of eternity

Is it eternal sleep?

Speculate, theorize, philosophize

Death is the Unknown.

How far is paradise?

Is there such a thing

Some call heaven, or worse

Hell?

What is it?

Unknown

The Unknown is fear when faced with these

Whether real or imagined.

Yesterday came and we remember little

Today remains the same, tomorrow Unknown

So much of what we know is Unknown!

Unknown . . .

What is going on the other side of the world?

We know most of insect species are Unknown

Most remote places of Cosmos - hidden string theory

Universes existing mathematically feasible

Physicists theory

Still Unknown

Does she love you truly?

Will he love you tomorrow?

Are you sure you know where you’re going?

How much do you know?

Will the knowledge you gain in your lifetime -

Is it transferable?

WHERE, HOW, WHY, WHO, WHEN?

Infants we were

Infants we are

Regardless of time, age or knowledge gained

Infants we remain

Even to wrinkling, dimming and weakening

Of our bodies

I Know someone.

She goes by the name of

Faith.

I Know that

Faith takes good care of her babies