I’m no poet,

For depth eludes me,

and rules make me uneasy.

I’m no true believer, 

For the fierce pursuit of absolute righteousness,

has always made me hesitate.

I’m gullible, 

slow to understand.

I keep learning,

Yet, I struggle to grasp.

I’m a simple man,

drawn to life’s quiet edges.

Where beauty hides in the mundane.

I’m a wanderer.

I wander in thought, 

Adrift the sea of radiant and grim memories.

I wander in language,

For words set embers in my soul.

I wander in science and logic,

and there,

I find artistry in man.

I wander in the spiritual,

where hope still glimmers

when the light seems gone.