Unaware

As I am keenly unaware

there is a lot I don’t know of Life,

made more by my being unaware,

and more again by keenly.

It’s a state of mind few ever know,

indeed, how could they, if unaware;

keenly or not: they’d be ignorant,

and never mention it in conversation.

Likewise, I have said little of this,

but it struck me tonight on my way to bed,

how keenly unaware I am, and have been,

considering all there is, impossible.