accused me of intellectual arrogance. So I committed a response, thus…
If there’s something ineffable and vast
fate-writing, sin-contemning, it is past
a human brain’s capacity to know,
to hold in sight. And some of us will go
humbled to others’ books, as if they knew,
as if they could know, more than me or you.
The Bible, the Koran, the Tao te Ching
all Hubbard’s followers, or Wiccans, sing
second-hand poetry. I’ll buy bespoke
I speak in jest Not wholly. All you folk
who think me proud, consider motes and beams.
You’d put your god in a small box. It seems
that’s pride, as if your evening cup of tea
could model, could contain, the raging sea.
I really am an agnostic and not an atheist, which is something people don’t entirely get about me.