Grey Faith

I believe in greys:

In the heavy moments before something

Happens: start, stop. Breathe.

I believe in the storm clouds before they rain.

I believe in greys:

Not black or white; ink being too final

For me; the grey softness of pencil; clay hands.

I believe in what can change.

I believe in greys:

The fuzz of the car seat; my mother’s absolution

Enough for me. Harsh streetlights—years—flashing past,

A silent film of sidewalks, dandelion wishes.

I believe that lamp posts burn longer than the moon.

I believe in the greys:

In the before, the tomorrows and change-ables;

In the hopes of dirty concrete and second chance.

I believe that

redemption

is stronger than hope.