believing in a thousand
fragile and unprovable things
It’s not even distance that matters:
how many miles, how many years,
how many inches on the map. I believe
in the leap, the untying of strings,
the improbable learning to fly.
I believe in the wings that beat in the chest,
the sky concert where song unfolds in the breath.
I believe in praising the ache as it blossoms
in heartbreak’s bountiful soils. In scouring.
How a whispered yes unleashes ninety-nine butterflies.
A kiss becomes wave. A blue flames ignites the universe.
Blink. Unblink. Reach. Receive. I believe
in unbuilding the walls that we’ve made.
I believe in opening. Unproving. Praise.