Credo

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Creo que si ... I believe 
it will rain
tomorrow ... I believe 
the son of a bitch

is going into the river ...
I believe All men are
created equal—By your 
leave a leafy

shelter over the exposed 
person—I’m a
believer creature
of habit but without

out there a void of 
pattern older
older the broken 
pieces no longer

salvageable bits
but incommensurate 
chips yet must
get it back together.

In God we
trust emptiness privilege 
will not not perish
perish from this earth—

In particular echo
of inside pushes
at edges all these years 
collapse in slow motion.

The will to believe, 
the will to be good, 
the will to want
a way out—

Humanness, like
you, man. Us—pun
for once beyond reflective 
mirror of brightening prospect?

I believe what it was 
was a hope it could be 
somehow what it was 
and would so continue.

A plank to walk out on,
fair enough. Jump! said the pirate. 
Believe me if all
those endearing young charms ... 

Here, as opposed to there, 
even in confusions there seems 
still a comfort,
still a faith.

I’d as lief
not leave, not 
go away, not 
not believe.

I believe in belief ... 
All said, whatever I can think of 
comes from there,
goes there.

As it gets now impossible 
to say, it’s your hand
I hold to, still
your hand.

© Robert Creeley