Learned

I have not visited in every land,

Nor walked all of the streets I'd love to walk;

I cannot speak the tongues I'd need to talk

To everyone I meet, on every hand,

Nor do I know the histories untaught

In universities--the margin's lives

As lived by children, workers, slaves, and wives.

I ought to be, and often am, distraught

When I recall these gaps. I wish I could

Know everything there ever was to know

And understand it truly, fully, wholely;

But I'm also unsure it would be good

To try: for down that path, if I should go,

Lies thinking I alone know all things, solely.