Posted in 2017, poetry, Writing

What is Knowable?

What is truly knowable?

The sound of rain on the roof,

the cool feel of the strong wind

as I step outside?

The sound of many vehicles

zooming by on a highway?

The sound of the air conditioner

suddenly turning on?

My thoughts or those of others?

What can truly be known

when I am alone with my thoughts?

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