What we Know

I am not sure if

We know a lot

Or a little

She swings her legs

Sitting on the window sill

The skies are full of snow

What we do know

Is not of much use

To anybody else 

I conclude 

She tuts 

I am not sure if she

Thinks 

I am right or wrong

She is licking the icing sugar

Off of her tiny fingers

I suppose we have seen

And done

Quite a few things

We have watched

And listened

Almost always in silence

Paying due diligence

To what is being told

But inside rebelling

Not wishing to conform 

We are our own spirits 

So perhaps everything we 

Know is obscure 

This she likes

And hops down off her perch

Like a bird

Chasing berries 

What we do know

We have turned into words

What we don't 

We will think about 

If it is golden we will hold it close

If it is dust

We will cast it away

I wonder what today will bring

She dances and sings

Whatever you choose it to be 

As if by magic 

We have filled up the page

With thoughts 

Little glimpses of what we know

And space for what we need to learn.