A Simple Life

I used to write such precise, edited comments With a tight rein on myself- I knew once that Little bit of control went- the sky was the limit Of my errant ways and obscure references. On a completely different subject, isn't it fun To let religious people discover and try to convert you To learn all about their religions, get all suffused With the spirit- then reveal the bad boy punch line That you're an atheist- 'Sorry just got carried away For a minute there'. Not that I am a true atheist- I carry no card- it's just that I'm like one of those Strange unknown particles, suspected to exist But nobody knows its charge or how it arises Or what calls it forth or what extinguishes it. The particle doesn't even know what it is itself- That's a perfect summation of my spiritual side. I envy people who can be handed a predigested, Fully annotated, thick leather volume and then say, Here is everything in the universe I believe in- Their lives have got to be so much simpler than mine.