Sometimes (no, often)
I think of myself as a fraud for
acting as if I am
a creator of knowledge,
when in truth knowledge
has created me.
To tell you the truth
I don’t think I know
very much of anything at all,
just some disparate things,
just tiny fragments
of a whole that eludes me.
Most want to see the parts,
the disconnected pieces,
and that is enough for them,
it has to be enough;
but I want to see the whole
and that makes me a fraud,
for in the whole I was formed,
and can the created know the creator?
6/8/2017