Where does faith come from or go to
almost tidal in the swaying that carries us with it
rocked like a baby
but no mercy
incessant motion.
It's a coin flip that sometimes comes up all heads
for weeks at a time
defying the sunrise and sunset
tradition of order.
Still, it's wait and see
watch and wait and see.
When faith returns, it brings the childbirth pains from last year,
only vague memories and not stopping anybody.
It comes like the lightning bug you've never seen in these parts before
but somehow isn't a surprise.
Maybe if faith was greatest instead of love,
maybe then it would be available for updates
always ready to catch the unlearned swimmer in its huge arms
like sequoias catch the breeze and shift
so slightly
so gently
it's as if you dreamed it
and a photograph did not come to life after all.
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