“Are you happy?” she asked.
“Content” was my all too glib reply.
There are moments that ease anxiety
Eked as a sip from a whisky glass, a cigarette,
Symbols of my independence
Or perhaps more truthfully, a secret rebellion
Such as an unspoken bet,
A moment of making my own answer
That warps the lines and rules that bind me
For yesterday has been a long and painful road
And I now have found I shape my God
To suit my need and not another’s.
When on some strange planet
Whose moon is unknown
Then the surrounding stars offer longing
For some lost home.