I was always the first to raise my hand.
Always eager to prove I had the answer
Spelling Bees, Jeopardy, Scrabble.
Any chance to be right.
Any chance to brandish
the only armor I possessed.
Exhausting.
There was a time
when answers were my gods.
Now I know better.
Now I can look at the lacy petals of a wildflower,
and not worry if I don’t know its name
and the Latin derivation.
Now I can let God be God,
No answers, no explanations,
like the time the teacher asked me to spell
onomatopoeia in the Spelling Bee
and all I could say was
I don’t know.
