And so I wandered
Out

Have you ever just walked
Relaxed
And walked upon the earth?

It's quite beautiful
And yet how can I explain
In words

I can only try
But walkers

You know
You know

Observers
You know too

Parked at the library
And walked through the park

Through those suburban
Neighborhoods
Of Pasadena

I see"E Clampus Vitus"
On a license plate

The founder of
The order was Tertullian

A Christian
But A heretic
Nonetheless

His teaching
On the trinity reveals
A subordination

Of Son to Father
That the church
Described
As a form
Of Arianism

A man read a book
In that car

And
As I walked some yards by
I banged my hiking sticks
Together

Angry at her
For something she said

I tell you living
With your parents
At this age

Is a pain
And life is always
About money

Turns out
I'm just a debt slave
In this miserable land

And so I wandered on
Through those
Suburban streets
Expensive
Ranch style
California homes

Massive shady trees
Out of the sun and
Into the shade

No one to hug
I'm used to this
After all
It's my life

And so I settled
In the park
After wandering

Yes,
I'm a park dweller now

And as I lay against
The tree
I observed the volleyball game

And as I write this poem
I think about the therapist
She used to say my poems
Were beautiful

We had a good time

I was relying on you
I was having an enjoyable time

Then you left
Why did it have
To be that way?

I got sidetracked there
Well anyhow I watched
The volleyball game

And two people
Train their pitbull
To catch the frisbee

I had thought earlier
How I had played
Baseball on that field
Some twenty years ago

Those little gnats
The sun lights them up
As they swarm in the light

I am a lover of the light

You know to see the afternoon
And the evening
It is sacred to me

And from that park I made
My way back to my neighborhood park

A pretty woman making
A call on the green benches
Underneath the warm yellow glow
Of the oblong overhead lights

She looked my way
I was nestled in the corner
Against the tree
With my small blue bag
To lay my head on
And my yoga mat

I wanted to say hello
To her as I made my way
To my car
To get my iphone
She was at her car too

But no, those are just dreams
My life is maybe like
That of a wandering
Chaste monk

Oh yes
And I forgot
To mention earlier
That I crossed myself
After I banged
The hiking sticks together

I'll leave that portion here
Even though it belongs
Earlier in this composition
Because it is the order
In which it was remembered

After reading about
The life of St. Antony

Well I feel called
To live that life
I am chaste
And poor

The world has
Rejected me

The stillness of nature
Yes, this is the way
The way for me

St. Antony was of
The desert

I am of the mountains
And valleys