My Calloused Brain
(c) 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr
Others meditate
And claim inspiration:
“Relax; focus on your breathing,
Wait for enlightenment.”
I’ve waited…
And waited…
But nothing—
Except embarrassment
For failing at their game.
I view the magic in Nature,
Knowing that I should feel awe,
Be inspired,
Well I am,
Intellectually.
But there’s no real feeling of awe,
Just a curious amazement,
A curious mundane amazement.
“The spirit world is real,”
They say.
“You can feel it.”
I can’t feel it,
I have a calloused brain.
When they rise in the air
At the last trump,
I will stay behind.
My mundane, calloused brain
Will watch them ascend,
In curious, mundane amazement.