Faith

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I believe in myself
somewhat more than
I believe
in a god
or horoscopes
but certainly less than
the reliable rising of the sun
or the moon’s clockwork circles.

More than nearly none
and less than all.

In winter I cracked open,
the words rushed out and
I followed them.
Seeking faith seeking
rhythm, seeking circles inside.
Belief waxes and wanes as
the constantly
inconstant moon.

I believe in myself today,
tomorrow I’ll ask the circles.

April is for fools and flowers, spritz and showers. It’s also National Poetry Month. You should read at least a poem a day in a bland month, but this month you should inhale poetry.