9 Nov
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I Profess the Uncertain

Today seems like a good day for this…but I can’t be sure:


I Profess the Uncertain
by Jane Hirshfield

I profess the uncertain
with gratitude

a man with large hands
and large feet
first looks at a pencil
then brings it close to his ear

he listens

the day lives briefly

shaken with worn-heel glimpses

becomes a shambling palace
with walking fishes
a yellow-roofed kindness

the almost untenable premise
that between counting one and two
nothing is lost 

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