“I’m beginning to lose faith
in this nation,” they said.
I am struck by the word
“beginning.” Tells me much
about how comfortable it has been
for some to keep the faith.
Conjures up a couch made of
faith, upholstered in red, white, and blue.
As for me: I’ve long had no solid faith
in the nation. It’s a nation,
after all. It does what they all do
and it’s never been more than half
on my side to begin with.
I was never comfortable on that couch.
Always felt it was garish and scratchy.
It’s not large enough
for everyone who wants on, either:
too easy to lose your seat
if you get off for even a second,
and sitting on that couch, holding your place,
sinking in, it’s been easy for some
to fall asleep. Some folks never get off,
even if there’s a fire. Maybe beginning
to lose faith isn’t so bad
if it gets them off the couch. Maybe
they could come outside for a bit.
It’s cold right now but from here,
after all, you get the view.