why stand on the shore
putting one tremulous toe
after another into the flowing river
the horses are chomping up my garden
just because it is there
and the stellar jay cheers them on
from naked branches of the cherry tree
in the darkness
if trust means anything at all
it is the healing balm
that soothes the heart
stretched to its limits
urging it
to sit quiet
with no opinion
and no contraction
pb 2012