and the more i know, the more
i don't know.

it's as if unearthing
new facts uncovers old
artifacts, memories buried on shores
lake michigan, the tip of the
finger of the cape
bottle caps in my purse

except the further time steps
me away from them
the more i know of them and the greater
i don't know of the now

because now is not the night i
stood in a 2 am fog among the shells and whitecaps
and was able to see

because ignorance really is bliss

not knowing that you know

absolutely nothing about what
you're supposed to be doing,
here on this shore, counting shells and whitecaps
and cigarette butts and bottle caps in
my purse and the days

that go by like dust collecting in attics.
the more i know,
the more i don't know and the more
i need to know