Religion is what an individual does with his own solitariness ~ A. N. Whitehead

Peavine creek. A culvert next to A busy road and me, A solitary man who is sitting on it As I watch water that comes from under me And breaks against a mossy boulder.

My legs dangle down into space, Into which thoughts of you Seem to come and go constantly now.

After a while of sitting so, I stand up And walk away feeling like a man Who had experienced a sudden communion With some unknown and unknowable mystery.