i don't grasp anything i'm not ashamed to admit it
sharing this is not knowing with a maple leaf
so i turn with questions to words wiser than myself
to things that will endure long after us
i wait to gain wisdom from chance
i expect sense from silence
perhaps something suddenly will happen
and pulse with hidden truth
like the spirit of the flame in the oil lamp
under which we bowed our heads
when we were very young
and grandma crossed the bread with a knife
and we believed in everything
so now i yearn for nothing as much
as for that faith
/ the lamp, from silences by anna kamienska, 1979
