Where can the birds go during a hurricane?
Might they try to fly away?
Might we see them fall out of the sky?
I do not believe in reason and I do not believe in young men.
I do not believe in words and I do not believe in my memories.
I do not believe in thoughts and I do not believe in ideas and I do not believe in knowledge.
I do not believe in promises.
I do not believe in the glass buildings and I do not believe in the suits.
I do not believe in my goodness and I do not believe in my badness.
I do not believe in chaos.
I do not believe in debt.
I do not believe in tomorrow.
I do not believe there is somewhere to flee.
But I do believe in the dirt.
And I do believe in the spring.
And I believe in the dogs playing in the water.
I believe in the lone monarch butterfly in the field.
I believe in the rain.
I believe in the ends of droughts.
I believe in second greenings.
I believe in eclipses.I believe in the rivers and the seas and the oceans.
I believe in the light.
I believe in knowing nothing at all.
Nothing at all.
I thought about opening the door to let the birds in,
because I do believe in the birds in the clouds, but I do not know where they go.
Tolú,
My friend and microbiologist