Truth
The truth dawns.
That is how you know it,
Mostly it dawns literally,
But perhaps it’s always dawn somewhere,
So if it should dawn
When it’s not yet morn
Where you are,
Don’t eschew it,
Don’t reject it,
Don’t blow it,
Imagine you’re there.
Truth dawns
But don’t expect to shoe it
Into one of your pre-existing theories,
Or discover it.
Truth, frog-like, spawns,
In safe places
But you can’t uncover it
By determination,
Although it leaves traces,
Clues,
Truth is not news, comment, views,
You might get near it,
But remember, near is
As good as a mile.
Truth plants seeds,
But germination
Sometimes takes years,
And truth seeds don’t always grow
Amongst your other ideas,
Truth might be biology,
But it isn’t ideology.
Truth doesn’t care
About what you think you already know.
Though when it hits you
You might shout “I knew it!”
Truth has no style,
No affectation,
Isn’t prone to exaggeration,
Needs no long winded explanation,
And is not always easy to digest,
However long you chew it.