The fear of change

I do not ask time for more or less

my palms enclose the present defensively

but my fingers bind my fragments

as the shore binds the sea

A Debate

You don't understand, I said,
But neither do I.

Don't you see?
We're in the same boat,
you and I,
surrounded by the same expanse of sea
and handspan width -
the distance in between my eyes -
of sky.

My argument?
It was lost in words long ago.
Only two things I still know:
the seawater made me
even thirstier
and the sky is
infinitely wider than
a handspan.

Faith

Because it holds more water
than the sieve of science -
That was my thought
as I felt each
question
emotion
trickling
steadily
through
the pores
of my heart that
I only suspected
but never saw
and suddenly
I looked at the sky and
felt neither big or small
but a part of it all
because it was in me -
we were stitched
from the same thread
that went around the
world and wove it together
through the eye of
the needle that saw
and into eyes
that did not see.