WHAT IS WHAT IS NOT

Is it not knowing that fans a smile ?

the inward flutter of a heart missing a beat

tucked into secret recesses of emerging dimples

Is it not knowing that fuels a frown ?

sinking heaviness into understanding incomplete

glimpsed from a lofty window or jumpseat

Is it not knowing that hurries the step ?

to a clandestine meeting cloaked in mystery

a hesitant journey into the great unknown

Is it not knowing that slows the hand ?

long outstretched over a one way street

holding a love letter tattered and torn

Is it not knowing that brightens the eyes ?

wondering with suffused childlike excitement

before brimming over flushed cheeks, crying alone

Is it not knowing that hastens the jump ?

over imaginary turnstiles to foregone conclusions

that we tell ourselves we should never repeat

Is it not knowing that gladdens the heart ?

caught unawares in a thicket of charm

engulfed in an electronic avalanche from a phone

Is it not knowing that sits in patient wait ?

for a hello or greeting in an old age home

where hope lies holding hands with the abandoned

Answers I know not, why, wherefore and what not

I am a mere spectator to this vast human theater

Observing, from dawn until my day is done