Today's poem is by Mary Jo Firth Gillett
What I Believe,
with Four Final Words from Li-Young Lee
I believe there is no freedom
but the kite will tug at the string anyway.
I believe in the ditch but also the cattail
and the red-winged blackbird, the body
balanced and bobbing on a stem.
I believe there is always birdsong
but no one hears it all the time;
I believe sometimes there is no song
I believe we exist to subvert what we believe.
I believe in the feral cat tense on its haunches,
the soft pleasure of its electric fur.
I believe when the lights go out, and they will,
the waters of Niagara still pound.
I believe lovers, even when they are afraid,
make good use of the dark.
I believe in the bodacious mindthe fear,
the exhilaration, the tenacity. And the bruises.
I believe a kiss will not make it all better
but might make it worthwhile.
I believe in the locomotive engine of the past,
its heft, its power, the shadow it casts.
I believe in the hairball, and other reasons
I believe in disparitythe Grand Canyon
and the paper cut.
I believe in acts of free will, the mind in freefall.
I believe every moment is manifold.
Copyright © 2002 Mary Jo Firth Gillett All rights reserved
from The MacGuffin
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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