I’ve tried meditation
and human design.
I’ve looked to astrology
and ancient designs.
I’ve shouted to ancient gods
and whispered prayers in cemeteries.
I’ve been at the bottom
of a prescription bottle,
but I can’t get out of my head.
So I picked up a pen
and started to write.
Feeling better,
I went for a walk.
I talked to the trees,
the birds,
and the rocks.
When I returned,
there were holes in my socks.
Who knew
that’s where I’d find god.