Haunted, lacking, disturbed,
an atlas unshrugged seeking guidance,
I’m advised to
“Keep the faith.”
In my pocket?
Where its apt to be torn and misused
or wander off merrily with some spare change?
Maybe in my eyes
(apparently they’re the windows to my soul,
complete with coarse eyelash drapes & white welded shutters).
or buried in my hands,
humming along the lines of fate
with palms suddenly sweaty fluttering dervishes.
i’ll keep it
(not that i know you at all)
because blind faith in a stranger
is an endangered species,
too often mislabeled as
is meant to be shared
and not kept at all.