Trust
I’ve never been
What you might call
A trusting person.
I’ve been abandoned.
I’ve been betrayed.
I’ve been hurt.
So I keep my cards
Close to my chest.
I don’t trust easily.
I hate trust games.
But what does it mean
To trust?
In a society
So interconnected
So intertwined?
When I cross a bridge
I trust the people
Who designed and built it
When I climb
A set of stairs
Use an elevator.
I trust.
When I enter a building
Walk around the floors
Watch a storm rage outside
I trust.
All this
Despite the fact
No one has earned that trust.
Bridges collapse
Elevators fail
Buildings implode.
And yet
What choice do I have
But to trust?
To refuse to trust
Is to refuse
To participate in society.
But don’t misunderstand me.
That doesn’t mean
I have to trust you.