Reliability Begets Trust

Not only in humans—
In wristwatches, seasons,
And sleeping volcanos.

The beat becomes boring
That you take for granted,
Granted, but you trust it.

Your core attractor pounds
A two-stroke universe,
Just enough difference

To maintain existence,
A one and a zero,
A this but that. But what

Determines the wavelengths
Pulsing changes the same?
That’s where trust really lies,

In bland transformations,
When one wave crests the next,
Snows crowning volcanoes.