for Tim (Spuncounterguy)
Beliefs unfurled from us like leaves from trees,
responding to a light and warmth from high,
and we were labelled by the shapes of these,
the differences dividing you and I.
And when cold facts have made beliefs change hue,
we’ve clung like leaves to things that we believe
that nonetheless have fallen as leaves do,
for everything that comes to bloom will leave.
Beliefs may fall and leave us feeling bare,
but light and warmth remain, and in the spring
the bareness we found difficult to bear
could yield to fresh beliefs and flowering.
We’ve fussed about beliefs and which are right,
forgetting what they’re for—the warmth and light.
Mario A. Pita