We know clouds are water vapor,
but we’re still amazed they float.
We know trees are turned to paper,
but how, we’ll never know.
So many little things,
make so little sense.
But since they are ordinary,
questions make us sound dense.
We may be too easily transfixed–
insane and dull and dumb–
but we see the world with wonder,
seeking all of its wisdom.
We are wise fools.
The “wise fool”:
An oxymoron that, like the rest,
is contradictory but makes perfect sense.
Jordan Eve Morral
(Image is of the author)
Saragun Springs 
Jordan Eve
This gets at one of those things in life that children ask about and adults have no good answer. The best question being “who made God?” Our ignorance can be depressing–we know what the refrigerator is, but few know how it works. And yet there are people (who are mostly water, moderately priced perfume and arrogance) who know EVERYTHING. I figure life is a collection of chemicals given a shot of magic.
Excellent poem!
Leila
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This is cute but there is a serious comment behind the cuteness I reckon. Well done. dd
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Jordan Eve
Calling the human subject a “wise fool” is a brilliant trope. It is so simple in the best of ways that, at first, it may skim over the head of the uncareful or cursory reader.
But the phrase “wise fool” as used here is endless to meditation. It even contains the yin and yang of Lao Tzu and the Taoists, the notion that everything is both things and all things are one and the same in unity – yet utterly unique and different, too, at the same time.
This poem resonates with a Robert Frostian simplicity/depth.
Great work!
Dale
PS
Dostoevsky’s great (but sometimes wordy) novel THE IDIOT is about the figure of the wise fool…
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