The Wise Man Poem by Jona PoloRamirez

'More important than the quest for certainty is the quest for clarity.' Francois Gautier

His receding hair somewhat bespoke of his agile brain,
Though the slight smirk on his face tells of a man
Proud and at times condescending - on comments
He makes but well dedicated to his task at hand.

Brooding, he sits on his desk, research papers lying
Untouched for days, decisions made, issues resolved,
Yet his mood flatly defines who he is,
Dignity defines his drive for hard work, his inner conflicts
Flashes in and out like Northern Light colors,
Soft and colourful refreshing his mind.

One really never knows his real intention
He speaks to you but it seems you're not there,
There's never really an answer, research papers
Read but untouched by humane mind,
His name proverbial but confuses my humane side,
The clarity of my mind still hangs in balance among misty clouds.

JPR: 12/2010