The Poet

So poet, you think you're a mystic?
With oars of words and boats of paper
you navigate the gentle waters
churning them this way and that

But deep waters run silent and
I wonder if your oars can reach
the depths that a tiny pebble does

But who am I to say,
for Laozi says it better
Those who know do not say,
those who say do not know.

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[Update: Also published in the Montreal Serai.]