I believe

I believe (or To Wislawa Zymborska) 

I believe in children and dogs

and tortoises such as those my son likes 

I believe in Nayyera's prayers but not my own 

I believe in mixing prejudice with self-awareness 

I believe in a rocking chair 

I believe we were born equivalent, not equal 

I believe in a brisk winter walk in Central Park 

 I believe in jumping in puddles through a monsoon storm 

 I believe in Melbourne trams (and oh! they are slow) 

 I believe I will have a happy death 

 I believe in the goodness of you

 Written 26th May 1999