Hopes And Curses

(After hearing people talk by a healing glade.)

Tying ribbons.
Crossing fingers.
Praying to the unknown.
Stepping on cracks –
it’s as serviceable as any other hope.

Hope and certainty.
We all look for certainty,
for absolutes.

I do not know what I should have faith in,
what hopes are worthwhile,
what heals.

Is it foolish to hope for redemption?
How about faith in other superstitions?
Who’s deciding?

Faith in nature?
Can you have faith in the utter absence of sentimentality?

Healing trees.
Do we all need a shaman now?

Hope.
Do humans find fulfilment by anticipating something they want?
It’s the hoping that counts.
We live to hope for a reward,
one way or another,
of one sort or another.

Enviable hope …
enviably naive?

The curse of knowing futility.
The curse of still hoping, regardless?