Where did all the blue skies go?
Because all I see above me are
Accusatory clouds wagging fingers in my direction.
When did the middle ground become a high-wire?
And why does the wire seem so out of reach?
When did “okay” become the American dream?
Orion, why do I treat you like a psychiatrist on my speed dial?
Ignoring you until I’m not, then impatiently awaiting your appearance?
Why, when I am unable to comprehend the devotion others show to religion,
Is the only word I have left – faith?