in seeking god
it seems like I’ve always been
on the outside looking in
always trying to see Him
in the glittering of sunlight walking across the waters
or to feel Her
in the moonlight when everything is quiet
and vulnerable
god has been an abstract matrix of
imaginary numbers and
unfamiliar formulas I was never taught
and sometimes
I swear the letters mixed into it are just
distracting algebraic words
trying to make me
believe in
(d) all of the above
(d) all of the above [poem]
