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?