Trust is a pie
that you fill with the best of yourself
until it cannot hold anymore.

Then you bake it
so that all of the flavors
Bleed and blend;
And you have no hope of ever recovering
one single ingredient from another.

It is a pie

you leave in the window of summer,
filling your mind with either
Anxiety or excitement
because you know what is coming.

(And you do know exactly what is coming.)

It is hard to determine precisely
where the greatest point
of vulnerability lies.

From mixing bowl to oven,
from oven to open window,
or from window to knife blade.
A quality pie is never quite safe,
almost, and not really, but never truly or completely safe.

Sweet or savory.
Rich like the silt of the rivers
Or eggs whipped light
like clouds run away from home.
Trust is a pie

One made for you and I
to share with one condition.
We will never be quite truly, completely safe.