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