Brief Encounters
Sure hes indifferent but i still try to get god to delight
in me and smile ever time he looks my way
every time his hand strays to tam me on the shoulder
or slap me on the thigh

too bad he prefers to remain invisible or anonymous
showing himself in a different disguise every time
and so i only know afterwards that it was him
only after we part with the promise to meet again

but phone numbers get lost and the area codes change
life goes on as usual
without a prayer to chew on
without a firm belief to hug and hold

P. Sohar