Unknowns

Known knowns are knowable
Unknown knowns are too
But known unknowns are risible
To which I say: “Who knew?”

They are but fleeting shadows
The poltergeists of dread.
Unknown unknowns are powerless
To keep us tucked in bed.

‘What ifs’ of chill can freeze our dreams
The doubts that plague the night.
No searching them can answer doubt.
No plan can put them right.

But light is disinfectant.
It clarifies and cleans.
So nurture hope and walk in light
And step into your dreams.