The old pear tree

They made sure
I got used to know
what they said was right.
I went that way too,
like any other.
Became a skillful
but intelligent innocent.

I was fed,
with what they considered as facts.
Rarely did I notice the gaps,
where no one knew anything.
But suddenly I stood there myself,
not knowing anything of value.

At first I thought
it was up to me
a congenital deficiency in my equipments.
I veiled and covered,
always had something to say,
even when I did not know anything.

Last night a large branch broke
on the old pear tree.
The core turned out
to be crushed by ants.

Göran Stille 7 august 2020