I Know Poem by Don Tiedemann

I know that nine oclock
after the traffic and
before the heat is
the best hour.

I know that twenty years
of fatherhood will leave you
as stripped of certainty
as any tree at years end.

Speaking of trees, I know
that one can shadow another
and when the shadower trembles
the shadowed trembles with it.

I know that even motionless
clouds will reach the horizon
and that Canada geese
do not pass quietly.

I know that Satan is not
out to get me. He would
have succeeded by now.

I know that distance is fickle.
Ahead of you it smiles
invitingly. Behind
it disappears.

I know my true love hears
everything I say and
diligently alerts me
to any repetition.

I know that nothing has
nowhere to go... and waits
for me so patiently.