on mere air—what
could be frailer?
But then,
just to hold on
to a thought
such as this one
might be
proof of their
existence.
Maybe, then,
belief
says more
than it
means to;
maybe prayers
become real
the way
our children's
sins become our penance—
the way
one sentence
carelessly tossed
in the wind
by another
can transform
into our jail.
