Not Knowing

Not knowing, not caring
Either ignorance or bliss
Reaching a state of perfect happiness,
being oblivious of everything else.
We trust our happiness so readily
We crave it so
Like the bear scooping up salmon
and stripping the skin and the flesh.
Wasting so much but still so anxious
to grab another from the rapids.
Leaving the crumbs of his satisfaction
to the scavengers that circle above.
Those waiting to pick the bones of his never sated appetite.
Depending on the seasonal run of the salmon
and their unquenchable desire to spawn
We are the bear, we are the scavengers.
We are the fish.
We crave it so.

DSS