Trust

You birthed me into being
like you birthed everything else.
Oh, wild, miraculous thing.

You open your arms
to greet me
share me with all the rest.

You show me that
flowers bloom every spring
the sun rises every dawn
and darkness comes every night

as if building a trust
that takes lifetimes to see
or a second to know

yet dissolves in our minds
as soon as we can't prove you exist
or that you'll still be there
when we die.