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
unscented
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