Every time my knees shake when I stand I think,
“Let me stay in this uncertainty”.
I would like to not stop asking.
I would like to stop pretending I know anything.
So if you see me acting strong at the show remind me
about the calf shaking in the pasture in the bright spring.
There under the roofs I will have nothing
but the wind that’s blowing through my ears.
Only for a minute we could give up
and know nothing in the morning light.
Because knowing nothing again is the only way
I can forget the weight I’ve been tricked under
and see it doesn’t exist
because nothing exists for a glass of water in the lake.