Skepticism

Skepticism

The clouds could open up
revealing the face of god
and I would attribute it
to a phenomenon of weather,
an odd congruence of wind
and stratospheric distortion,

So ready am I with explanations.

"I feel Him when..."

When your endorphins kick in,
when you can't stand alone,
when mass reassurance
is the most volatile form
of peer pressure.

A man could walk across a lake,
his glowing halo hazy
in the morning mist,
arms outstretched as the blind
drop their canes
and the homeless cluster
around wine-spouting
water fountains,
and I'd say,
"no."

For I have seen illusions before,
seen rings pass through rings,
seen scarves appear
from billowing sleeves
and seen on television
effects so special
that water-walking
is mundane.