You can rely on certain
people until. Until.
An old tree knows
in its fibers that sky
giving rain and sun
might one day blast
with lightning. That
the mountain holding
soil and root-anchoring
rocks might one night
smash with a boulder-
brutal landslide or
a roaring avalanche.
Trust is always contingent,
temporary. Is really not
to be trusted. It's the
sturdiest kind of hope.
Sway with it as it lasts.
hans ostrom 2022
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