You know

What you need.

Maybe that knowing sits

Right there on the tip of your tongue

Waiting to leap out loud

To someone who will smile.

Maybe it is sleeping,
Hidden
In a safe corner of your heart
Where it crept
back when things got really crazy.

Maybe
It is dancing inside your bones--
the aches and pains of not moving enough--
The hurt you have to listen to.

You know what you need.

The Antidote to Answers

I am ready to give up
the galloping
insatiable
desire to know.
The drive to find
the right answer
to whatever
perplexes
confounds
or confuses the mind.

This horse has ridden me long
and I must dismount,
fall,
really,
to the ground of my being,
rest in the soft loam of my uncertainty
and, like Rilke,
learn to love the questions themselves.