I believe the end of the world
will not be one year and one month from today
despite what the Mayans might have said
and
I believe that global warming
may destroy all hopes that my children's
children will one day
see a polar bear
and
I believe that, if I wanted to,
I could be famous or rich -
but probably not both
and
I believe in the Tooth Fairy,
Yeti, and Loch Ness monster,
because my daydreams would ring
so false without them
and
I believe I once believed in God
the same way I once believed a sidewalk
crack could break my mother's back,
the same way I now believe in blackberries,
chair-backs, other such useful things
and
I believe that neighbors have lost all trace
of neighborliness
and that I dream of one day bringing cookies
to all the houses closest mine,
just because
and
I believe that one body cannot love
and hate itself in equal proportion
for long
(and I hope love wins out)
and
I believe skyscrapers
and that they make me oh so small
and
I believe in warmth
that blossoms from within,
even when winter blows away my gloves
and
I believe in all this slightly less
than I believe in the memory of your flannels
your whitewater laugh
that still wakes
me from dreams.
will not be one year and one month from today
despite what the Mayans might have said
and
I believe that global warming
may destroy all hopes that my children's
children will one day
see a polar bear
and
I believe that, if I wanted to,
I could be famous or rich -
but probably not both
and
I believe in the Tooth Fairy,
Yeti, and Loch Ness monster,
because my daydreams would ring
so false without them
and
I believe I once believed in God
the same way I once believed a sidewalk
crack could break my mother's back,
the same way I now believe in blackberries,
chair-backs, other such useful things
and
I believe that neighbors have lost all trace
of neighborliness
and that I dream of one day bringing cookies
to all the houses closest mine,
just because
and
I believe that one body cannot love
and hate itself in equal proportion
for long
(and I hope love wins out)
and
I believe skyscrapers
and that they make me oh so small
and
I believe in warmth
that blossoms from within,
even when winter blows away my gloves
and
I believe in all this slightly less
than I believe in the memory of your flannels
your whitewater laugh
that still wakes
me from dreams.


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