Not in the rulers of nations,
Not in the sale of the moment,
Not in my team, not in my tribe, not in my demographic.
Not in any theological formulation cleverly devised by man.
Not in the shotgun barrels of power, explosive and lifeless.
Not in my own strength.
Not in the will of the people.
Certainly not in any pretended sense of equanimity.
Not in my health.
Not in my holding it together.
Not in the latest polling data.
Not in any assurances of stability, spoken or null.
I put my faith in the something beautiful
That can only be found in the living day.
And, without knowing why, the spark in me
That rises in response.
And I further trust that, come tomorrow, there will very likely
Be something that needs doing.
And in my family, the ones whom I choose to love
Until there is no choice and no choosing, only the love.
And in all my relations.
And in my hot water bottle.
It is all enough, I trust, to see me through.