Trust is the wordi have this strong feeling
an earth inside my belly.
of my well trained imagination.
and i briefly unravel
like running from firecrackers
in a contest for sadness.
then i remember myself...
my strength. my lips. my beast of a heart. my loyalty. my steel spine. my huge crazy love.
i remember God.
and how words are not actions
and thoughts are not truth
and how answers are not solutions
and how i respond to the simplest of things.
i trust kisses.
i trust my hand being held.
i trust a ride to the post office.
i trust a heart beating close to my ear.
i trust laughter in another room.
i trust being pulled closer.
but words are pretty.