the joy of unknowing

Poetry from the cliff, the silence, and the splash

For years, I was pretty sure I had the world figured out—until life handed me a pop quiz titled “Who are you?” and I completely bombed it.

This poem is about what happened after I failed that exam, yelled at a raven, and accidentally stumbled into something that felt like enlightenment (or at least a very wet metaphor).

Turns out, not knowing might be t…