To see is to believe.
To long is to hope.
Teach me to hope
for what I cannot yet behold.
Remember Galileo:
Before the telescope revealed 
bright lights 
behind the dark curtain of space—
already those stars 
had overpowered
the dark.

So break me open in your hands—
pomegranate, bruised apricot—
seed me.
And breathe into me
the force 
that powers 
canyon floodwaters
at breakneck speed—
singing—
down the precipitous slope.