Trust, Like Love

Trust, like love,

comes on the clouds

in a sky rarely round and flat as a plate of Wedgewood blue.

It carries its essence in the mystery of a distant storm,

in a darkness unknown,

the ache of loss filling its skirts

with a gentle rain or

eventual flood,

promising hope.

Trust, like love,

offers its divine presence,

pouring out its mist or its torrent

in wonton ways.

The way is not mine to choose, only

whether to stand,

head tipped to sky,

and ask for more.