Believe, first,
And your mind slides and slams
Like a bolt into place
And your Will resolves
Into focus
Like a friend’s face suddenly recognized
In a crowd of strangers
And your body tilts, gaining speed,
A toboggan down a snowy hill.
Believe, first,
And your Will follows like a shadow,
And your dreams will find you
Like the ground
Rushing up to meet the maple seed
Spinning in its helicopter joy