I know nothing except
the cat jumps into my lap every evening
and settles in,
purring as if all is right
in her cat-centric world.

I know nothing except
the feel of the pillow beneath my head
cushioning me,
holding me
for hours on end.

I know nothing except
the mockingbird has somehow decided
my yard is his,
and the rabbit that lives out back
has claimed what the mockingbird
has left open.

I know nothing except
the flavor of dark chocolate
still satisfies in a way that milk chocolate
doesn’t.

I know nothing except
my own heart this day
is full of roller-coaster feelings,
zig-zag and see-saw,
crest the hill,
careen down the other side,
and I know nothing except the fact
that I will hold on
and ride it as long as I possibly can.

Tomorrow, perhaps I will know something.
At least I may think I know something,
maybe something insignificant,
maybe something profound.
It happens sometimes
that I think I know.
And perhaps I do.

But today?
What do I know?
Nothing
except
I am breathing.
I am feeling.
I am here.
I am at peace.
I am.
-kh-

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