Just because there’s no evidence that some – Thing- exists,

doesn’t mean it doesn’t.

Though in our science-besotted-material-world,

where we all Hope that something beyond matter –

Matters,

it doesn’t mean it does!

Certainty, you see, is a nasty,

vastly overrated characteristic of belief.

Lots of intelligent folk, certain in their certainties

are wrong.

They simply haven’t guessed it yet.

The only principle we can be certain of

is uncertainty,

so when I pray to that shimmering shimera out there, somewhere,

I bravely take the chance that, maybe, some vast, cosmic

Will

will be done,

so that heart-stopping, pretty, prim and proper, silver haired lady

who always sits in the 7th seat on the same bus I always catch

at 8AM on the corner of my street on my way to work,

Down Town,

will, someday, smile at me

when I sit on the other side of the aisle,

right opposite her and,

(Finally!)

ask her name.

It will be my uncertain hope, now filled-full,

which leaps for joy when she replies,

“Nancy! And it’s about time!”

And Oh!

How delicious are the Mango Smoothies we order at Tropical Treats

(right there on the next corner!)

after we hop off the bus, hand in hand,

as it slows to its next stop,

She and I,

tossing aside like twice used Christmas tinsel,

all sensible, preliminary certainties

in lieu of a lovely morning!