Wisdom
By Matt Robert
wisdom isn’t safe or gentle
it’s striated and expansive
like cricket wings
or nebulae
or spandex
it pounds on the door
where others are asleep
or unborn
and radiates awareness
it tickles life
with the tiny hairs
of a chromosome
then recedes
unbidden
wisdom isn’t having a moment
or pedestrian dressage
it’s knowledge
with scars