I can’t make grand claims
about my pursuit of knowledge.
The knowledge gathered and stored
is my cozy house, fireplace,
my friend’s sympathetic face,
staving off briefly my being bored,
staving off briefly loneliness,
covering insecurity.
I don’t see in my pursuit
anything akin to a love of truth
that’s indifferent to how one feels,
companion of those robust, mature.
No, the pursuit is refined pleasure,
something to lean on, a warm embrace
that helps me to forget all those things,
those shadows I wouldn’t dare to face.
The Pursuit of Knowledge
Published inMain
Wonderful, much enjoyed. 🌻
Thanks for stopping by, Lumiere.
My pleasure