This Unknowing
c Joy Harjo and the blue flower in front of the NM place
Last night when I looked at you,
as I have millions upon millions of stares and glances
I did not know you.
How foolish, I thought,
that I should think I know everything about you.
My mystery comprehended your mystery.
It is unending, this unknowing.
Joy Harjo June 2007
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