The Fear of Asking

safe in our omniscient world

of assumptions

we dread to ask

lest

 

the illusion is not quite so

solid and real

and our precious conclusions

faulty

 

a tiny piece of face may fall

porcelain to the floor,

our professed understanding

shattered

 

and our consensual and legendary

explanations unjustified

we will have lost a “truth”

 an anchor

 

and the very last being in the universe

we might ask

is the very one we assume we

know

 

that vital arrogant desire

to be so right

must not be risked by a single

inquiry

 

it is so much safer

that way

in our coterie

unquestioned

 

for in the act of asking

and finding out

our entire known universe

might implode

 

Why are we so very afraid to ask?