I Don't Know

How I know that I don’t

know?

I don’t know.

But not knowing isn’t the

end.

It’s a beginning.

Knowing only comes after

admitting not knowing.

Once I think I know, I can

then confirm that I might

not know after all,

which would require

more admissions of a

lapse or lack in knowledge.

To which I can gain more

knowledge, thus again leading

me to the conclusion that I know,

that I just don’t know.

It’s okay not to know,

it is not okay to leave it

at that.

Knowing may require digging into

the depths of empathy previously

unexplored, or taking time to

listen, to hear, to read, to study.

Then I can say, proudly and most

assuredly, “Now I’m sure, that

I don’t know.”

And maybe knowing may never come,

maybe my life experiences will never

lead me to complete knowing, but I

won’t stop my desire to want to know.

That’s how I know that  I don’t know.