Life is precarious
they say
don’t count unhatched eggs
I’ve accurately counted eggs though
through 6 years in silence
so I still trust my mind
the motions
the relationships
the capabilities
I watch again
what has not been
dirtied with banal error…
and take to myself
storms of gross health
and overwhelming relief
if they heard what I believe
they would be concerned
so I keep quiet
like religions
I perceive sensations
and articulate fervent motion
My mind wraps around
mental streams
and
I experience
different loves
enduring epic lacks of closure