chicago cubs

its hard to talk about faith
without going all hallmark.

keep the faith, have faith, what the faith.
and because its hard, we fall into clichés.
we all know whether we have it
we just can’t explain it.

when i am alone
i dance like a crazy man;
a Rastafarian madman,
and wish i had dreads.
but i always check
to make sure no one is watching –
faith is the opposite of that, i think.

unlocked doors in the middle of the city.
open windows in a thunderstorm.
falling in love, the second time.
corn in the fields.
rain.
laundry hung outdoors.
planting trees.

giving when you are broke.
caring when you hurt.
getting up again.

but in the end, i think
faith is just a chicago cubs fan,

waiting for jesus on the mound.


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