My poem is up at the wonderful Poetry Breakfast this morning. My thanks to editor Kay Kestner.
Thinking about Faith
I’m not talking religion here,
although it’s nice to have that too.
I’m thinking of the sun-rising-every-day
kind of faith we take for granted—
that cars coming at me will stay
in their lanes, that planes
will land. It’s deeper than expectation—
that the dinner party will go well,
or the Amazon delivery will arrive
on Tuesday. It’s more akin
to assurance—that when my friend
says she understands, she does.
Faith is more solid than Emily’s hope,
more bedrock, but it’s beautiful
like her feathery allusion—
that you’ll come home every evening,
that we will share our day,
that you will hold my hand.