'of what have i ever been afraid'
words and lines stream
thru the mind like comets in the skies
vibrant dreams regale like ribbons
like we are children
and our mothers talk about us
and one mother clutches
thoughts inside her throat
words she could never say
out loud
about belief, about trust
trusting another to come through
to be there
to meet her child in the pouring rain
afterschool
before cell phones, texts
faith that good-bye was just "so long"
to trust is risk, refined courage showing up at the door step of
the house of trial and error
how sure can one be
of arrival, of word and of body
of understanding as recourse
mother let go and trusted
she would be okay, afterschool
play viola and piano and
take the carpool, van, home
with you
that is the trouble
you
never
came through
i am not afraid
but i do not trust you
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