Trust II

10.29.10

Raindrops play the windows.
I remember this song
It’s called
Trust in me.

Its Title is irony.

Shut your eyes.

My affections apologize
And go too far
Breathe, they gasp.

This needs to be replayed.

They gasp.

At the prospect
Of possibility.

The search for something safe
The search for something sound
Exhausts the human
condition
And what most of us never find.
That is the extent
To which gasping at Possibility
Extends.

The prospect
Of being safe and sound being at home
In you in just
The simplest of forms.

I was home once, when I was a child
Now I see
Clipped in staccato,

I breathe,
And I fathom

Possibility