definitions of persistence

Knowledge is what persists
between observations. Reality
is what persists through direct
scrutiny and test, repelling by
its obstinacy all attempts
to falsify.

Love

is what persists between both,
and lifts each up, and runs a charge
through every state of observation
in succession, growing large. It pulls,
connects and couples up all passing snapshots
shining through with faith in continuity,
a proving not a guessing: that between
and in-between each look, knows what
to do. The feeling stills
and swells, and never sleeps
but wait. Is it still there? Just
kidding. Yes. Not even checking. No,
not fate. Just something known,
I reckon. Something not observed
each moment, but it shows
unfailing, up for every show,
for every scrutiny, turns out
to do its duty, and persists

in being blessing, being
lesson, and existing
without lessening. Being

is what is, despite our lapse
of paid attention to. Being
laps us on the track as many times
as we weren't counting, changes

while remaining true,

and always catches up with us
in time to rest and breathe, collapse

on grass, surrendering
to gravity and trust,

and to belief
that some things last,
because we must.