In a World of Tedious Yeses

I just finished reading BYU professor Lance Larsen's newest book of poetry, Backyard Alchemy. I heartily recommend it to all of you, this collection of well-wrought images of bodies, families, love, loss, grace, and more. Here is one of my favorites:

In a World of Tedious Yeses

A stone tossed across a piece of flat pond doubts the hand's
release not the earth's curve. Gravity doubts almost nothing.

Because rain clouds doubt their viability in the next world,
they fall in clefs of wet eighth notes on coastal towns.

Moles doubt the sincerity of the sun, camels the next oasis.
Training wheels doubt the way forward, a trail of crumbs

the way back. Blood doubts the heart the moment it leaves
the chambered apartment. Bats hang like fidgety fives

waiting to drink doubt from buggy skies. Doubting the world,
mirrors swallow whatever nakedness we offer them.

What is faith but an old doubt burnished till it glows like skin?
Doubt is the nom de plume for fractals and forensics,

for tracing at midnight, by breath and braille, the contours
0f a lover's face till darkness disappears into singing.