Trust
 
look into the cracks
instead of papering them over
 
hold up a candle
to free-fall fragments
 
refuse to overlook
what’s in the shadows
 
give up relying
on the sticky mortar of reasoning
 
for nothing binds fast against
the buffeting caress of rain and wind
 
and it is in the gaps
cracks and crevices
 
that particles dance
wildly trusting
 
the substance
air