There is little I can prove
in this small world of mine.
In fact, I would go so far as to say
I can prove nothing.
I can be told, shown, touched in ways
that will give me the answers to the world.
But what will I hear, see, feel?
I will only receive what I want and need.
And time? It is a glorious
and confusing thing.
I do not know what will happen
in 12 seconds, nor can I prove what’s been.
I only have knowledge that
I can know. It’s this
small world of mine.
It’s here and it’s now.

© Blake Leitch March 30, 2012