We prayed for divine appointments
But I found all the empty streets.
Some of us went looking for angels
And seemed to find them in
Alleyways and back avenues.
I came back with nothing to say
About a lack of understanding,
The essence of the vainglory of youth.
Encourage me, tell me I did well
But like the doubter I am, I won’t
Believe any such fallacy.
In the long ride back to our oasis in
The city, somehow I know that in the years
To come I’ll realize how the mystics
Have it all wrong: we seek and we find,
No less, no more.