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 deistic book;
I read divinity a little too hard
as doubts kicked the cavities of my eyes.
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
and surged through the atrium
like two thousand tiny birds.