(where was the last place you saw it, dude?)

The middle aged African man in the next room
is shouting and laughing jovially
Yelling, "Where is your faith?"
along with what I deduce to be
a radio broadcast of a religious rejoicing
(for three whole hours at least)

my faith and my trust
-never blind-
sit in the lap of change
and in the beauty of transience
trust in time's passing
faith...
in the moment
faith...
never blind
eyes wide only with love
belief only
in those things
unbelievable.