AND I CAN’T REMEMBER THE WORDS

Each smile is
a little
confirmation, like God
is saying, “Yes, this is what
I want for you.”
That’s what you think, anyway.

Some days the rain beats upon your
head, some days it flows through you.
Silence can be another word
for disbelief, and your voice
can cry out
again and again
to the night. You can pretend
some things around you don’t exist,
and they still do.

And every day there is
another smile. Sometimes two.

(7 December 2006)