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