In these uncertain times,
two people can argue
as if one of them is sure.
But what can we be
sure of, really?
Surety is scarce
as Charmin these days,
as far as I can tell –
how can we be sure
we’re backing the winner
when the data are as shifty
as the San Andreas fault?
We shout from our islands,
unwilling to set a toe
in the ocean that divides us,
too afraid to build bridges
lest the contagion spread
and our surety falter.
The only thing I’m certain of is
that we might both be wrong.
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