My Humanities Division

 
I plan to bicycle across the United States
this summer, me and the elements and
my imaginary friends. “Old men ought
            to be explorers.”
 
     My Humanities Division
  
 
 
“[But] as for me, the silence
and the emptiness is so great
that I look and do not see
—listen and do not hear—
the tongues moves but does
not speak…I want you to pray
for me…that I let Him have a
            free hand.”
 
It’s a Mission Impossible
I serve: blind and deaf,
clod of unknowing
leaning in to listen
unceasingly
incessantly
precarious.
.
On the other hand: 
confident & fearful,
anxious & cheerful,
aware & oblivious,
on whom nothing is
loss and all is lost
and all is lost and
all manner of things:
lost.