Poem: "Invisible Unfelt"

Where was the point
That you tripped
Or slipped over?

There had
To have been a point
Hadn’t there?

After all you
Were falling for so long
Until suddenly you

Realized you were rising,
Unaware of this
Inflection point too,

Though surely it also existed--
That invisible unfelt
Shove that

Changed everything,
That constitutes
The essence of faith:

That we benefit from
Unseen forces that
Had we known of them

We would have rejected
Out of reason, pride, or just
Sheer stubbornness.

M. Bogen
December 2020