An Exercise of Faith
I had weighed the burden of desire in my hands
but in yours you weighed reality between your fingers,
half serious even as we tried to kid ourselves
(and others) nothing else quite mattered.
I weigh now the desire of burden in my fingers
but in yours you now weigh illusion between your hands,
half kidding even as we deal with truth
ours as much as others’; nothing else but this matters now.