Keble College

Dare I admit that I am still lonely
and vagrant fingers tap the inside of my skull?
Restlessly tango from foot to foot.
tightened tendons leave no space to pray.

Pen poised on the edge of a page
of a half-written deist's book;
I read divinity a little too hard
as doubts kicked the cavities of my eyes.

I wandered out and came here
to find a quiet hour by my semi-communicant self
who is built from light and synapses
and always adrift.

Though I admit this, I am never alone with
memories of the day some thing or some one
knocked at the handle-less door
gate-crashed the lecture hall
with talk of meaning.

In one breathless moment
something indefinable flew
vast, listless and surged through the atrium
like two thousand tiny birds.