Trust
by Harvest McCampbell
1. What I See
trust
is the perfume
of the victim
perpetrators
sniff it out
bend it to their will
trust me
they say
the victims
set aside
intuition
niggling insight
whatever tiny drop
of self preservation
they may contain
they splash themselves
with this
intoxicating perfume
believing
this time
this time
i can let go
i can let someone else
be in control
and it is all
going to be
ok
trusting they slip
back to childhood
and it is never ok
don't tell me
i'm wrong
i believe
what i see
2. Well
bell told me this
wise old man
that he was
watch people
a little while
see how they are
and then trust them
to be that way
that was ages ago
i was 17
for 33 years
his advice
has served me
well
3. Watch Some More
i am here
settled
on the far side
of midlife crises
forging a new life
so very different
than i was before
there on the horizon
my windy friend
that free flying kite
has entered
the crucible
he will be crunched
down to bones and soul
and emerge
so very different
i cannot slip back
to childhood
bells advice
does not work
any more
i can only
watch and watch
and watch
some more
4. The Task At Hand
trust is simply
a matter of
having an excellent
fantasy
about the outcome
trust is not
necessary
to the task
at hand
volume 11(6)
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