Thursday, January 8, 2009


We’re all of us looking for the same answers
Each in a different place

Mona wants to skip town for three months
Live on a mountain somewhere
Breathe in the good, sacred air
And let fate shuffle her cards back into place
Rekindle what has burnt out
Wait for signs and be awake to see them

Mom looks to God
Katie polls her friends
And I bow down before the written word
My mountain, the public library
Introverted straight-A agnostic


Dorkmaster Flek said...

That's my kind of spiritual. Amen, sister!

Andrew Gyorkos said...

I would've enjoyed this poem more if the last line were "Introverted straight-Agnostic"