Accurate, not Exhaustive

How poorly we entertain the paradox!
Preferring to nestle in a simple canoe,
To follow the flow of a single tide
To keep our heads under the bow side
Looking at the handheld truth
Protecting us from all the shocks

Of panoramic vision.

Sometimes we strive
To keep upright
A foot each in very distinct
Canoes, we toggle how we think
Quickly between views, a fight
To stay balanced and astride

Each canoe in respective streams.

In reality, truth eddies wild
Like rivers rushing in all directions
Along with the banks, and all below,
A network too expansive to know
Variables too complex for simple reflection;
Yet she can only be known by a child

Who smiles, but does not measure.