Stillness at a bar in the middle of a busy hotel lobby
Belief in one God is still heavy. –Amichai
Faith’s long half life sits in the mind like ice in a drink
At this bar. Slowly diminishing and diluting
What it was meant to enhance. The sun glares
Through a glass of wine like it is upset about wine
In particular. Was God ever happy with wine?
There are few things that lay on a marble bar-top worse
Than dust though the guy from Pennsylvania is
Coming close, leaning into his third whiskey.
Ages of dying and thoughts about dying
Have led to this unpolished drinker,
His eyes marbled with the present.