Thursday, October 17, 2024

THE FIRST MYSTERY

Always in the beginning, 
we are told, 
there was something

But god 
is not some token 
or utterance 

to be spoken; 
rather, it's a faintly
indescribable feeling.

It's never hitting skip 
on the stars 
as they're wheeling

to get past 
the treacle and on 
to the good part; 

it's perpetually 
forgiving 
all now living 

for their coarse  
and unflattering 
imitation

while constantly 
fighting the screaming
temptation 

to fall madly in love 
with ideas, 
not people; 

it may sit on the tongue 
more palatably 
than sweetness, 

yet somehow 
more absinthian, 
more bitterly than bliss; 

it's saying out loud 
to no one: 
well wonders never cease! 

And: so what 
if there isn't a word 
for this?