I didn't bother to forbid the babysitter to leave my two-year-old son alone in the house while she went to hunt for her phone charger in the car, because I trusted it would never occur to her to do so.
I didn't bother to check the criminal record of the woman I (almost!) hired to clean my house, because I trusted burglars wouldn't bother with the long con, preferring the quick and sweet.
I didn't bother to worry about all tree falling on my moving car, because I trusted trees stayed rooted in the dirt, and that even if they didn't, even if their roots failed, they'd crush something else, someone else, when they fell.
I am appalled, this week, by trust. I've been wading in it. I've been lathering with it. I've been shoving it aside in sticky curtains. When it's been ripped off of me, I've gathered it back to myself in soft folds.
I'm an addict and a fool.
Yet, trust is all that keeps us hurtling through this world. We know we will die,
but we trust that death is a few inches off. We understand horrible
things will happen, but not to us, we trust. The sun will come up, tomorrow-
And it does and it does until it doesn't.