OF CERTAINTY AND OTHERWISE

The river wasn’t flowing

It wasn’t still either

Staring between the prisms of confusion and clarity

Nothing more puzzling

 

Most often, we think we know

We think we understand

But, significantly, we neither know nor understand

 

The pendulum of balance

Isn’t always balanced

Tipped to one side

And the other side falls short

 

The sun shines so we can see

But others wear glasses when the sun shines

The pieces can be peace

And peace can be pieces


           Yussif Ahmed Ibn Yussif

           ahmed.yussiph@gmail.com

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