Disassociation

Thinking

  At a very young age, I made the mistake of thinking.

  I remember 

  Standing over my mother's knees as she sat 

  At the pews with my siblings and my father.

  I remember asking,

  "Why do we go to church?"

  She would always answer,

  "Sometimes we just don't know things."

  I remember 

  Sitting at my little desk

  In a little school

  With a little class

  and a little teacher.

  She writes a number on the smudged whiteboard

  And tells us that 1 is the lowest number before zero.

  I remember asking,

  "But what about the numbers in between one?

    What about the fractions?"

  She would always smile and say,

  "We don't really know the smallest thing."

  But why? I always wondered,

  Why don't we know the biggest thing,

  Or the smallest thing, 

  Or the spaces in between?

  Why don't we know God's father?

  Why doesn't God have a wife, 

  And still knows how to make the world?

  Why do we look up at the sky

  Up at the endless black 

  And endless eyes

  And assume we know exactly what's out there?