He sat with them on a blanket
inhaling the moon through the pines.
Jim was there, Eddie
and Pamela with her bright face.
They knew what they believed
and he was strange, they said,
for not knowing.
When he told them he would never know,
except to feel a certain craving
looking up outside himself,
he lost Pamela
who insisted on knowing,
and Jim and Eddie
who swore they knew.
That was the night
he knew nothing and everything.