It’s in
the knowing
and not
the knowledge 
for knowing 
is now 
and knowledge 
is what 
is left 
over after 
a bellwether 
a harbinger 
a bet
that now
will be 
like then
when in
fact it
rarely is 
or it
often is 
who knows 
then knowing 

Long day
looking forward 
to night 
when light 
and it’s 
drenching bright 
is slowly 
wrung out 
the raviolis 
sit swimming 
so timidly 
in sauce 

It might just 
seem like cooking 
and cleaning and 
taking care of 
to some but 
to me they’re 
acts of priority 
and of kindness 
and the type 
of self love 
that’s only possible 
when all else 
fails so woefully 

I bought time 
because I didn’t 
know what it
was I was
really looking for 
and I knew 
that if I 
had found it
I wouldn’t have 
known what it
was I’d found 
and so I 
bet my life 
on the chance 
that I’d make 
mistakes knowing that 
through my errors 
I’d eventually discover 
the right answer 
and there it
was all along 

Go by
the world 
while I 
sit here 
idly peering 
make haste 
for there’s 
little time 
to waste 
but here 
I’ll stay
and make 
a play