I knew everything there is to know
by the time I turned five. Like rain—
it is for swaddling your bones in quilts
and listening, motionless,
nothing else,
just listening.
If you do so close enough, it sounds a lot
like how the idea of God makes some people
believe in things unseen. I knew then
that I was made for blind faith.
The sky is an open book. It will whisper
its origin stories and saturate your shoulders
with its wisdom if you lean into it,
if you look up.
I was five and I knew
that nothing else could ever teach me more.
