big bang theory

throw your hands up.
but this is all we’ve got.

The danger is that there is no trust
in what is not apparent
even when all explanations show
exactly what the answer is.

truth is, we can’t fear
what unknowns lurk out there.
there will always be those doubts.
counting on them is the only security.

so:

inhale the oxygen out of his lungs
as if it’s the last air to breathe.
as if those pink sacs are collapsing
in on themselves, into obscurity.

run to the end, and then run some more
past where the trail marker dictates is safe.
as if those ankles were machetes,
slicing away the brambles.

dance; spill the sweat; drench that floor
and don’t look back.
hold on to what energy remains tucked
in the crevices between tendons and bones.

this is all we’ve got.
throw your hands up, if you must.
but this is our only security.
what limited control we have.