life guarantees us nothing
and knowledge
does not make up for it
feelings
sensations
hurt
love
it’s all there for sure
it’s strangely not ours
nor is it anyone else’s
we cannot grasp it
nor could we ever let it go
can we ever learn
to accept this
knowing
we will never have the total picture
can we take even one step forward
on unsure ground
and how
just how
but it all goes on
the world unfolds
and holds out
no particular secrets
each fact turns up in turn
always one step ahead of itself
never caught up
and yet
anything but behind