Unwinding

“Cradle me I am infant once again. I've forgotten all I thought I knew” The last page of “Providence” sealed my fate I wonder if I never said it out loud if I would have spent the past 5 years watching everything I’ve collected release itself from the stranglehold of my chosen identity Moments and memories made that made me, me have made me look harder in the mirror and check for the wrinkles, marks and smile lines that let me know things did happen and I’m not just walking backwards through daydreams I know who I’m looking at and he knows he’s being seen which is where we both agree to meet when the vision for what’s next is blurry uncertain What we know now  is that we can’t know it all but we can let the self evident truths reveal themselves in time to be collected and shared between everyone else we meet along the way and find how quickly we can sense they know what we know without the need to speak or use irresponsible reflective wordings In these moments silence and a smile says more than all the volumes of literature in every library on earth “I like to think I think I know And yet I know I don’t”