I feel like my secular self today:
cold and thirsty. I drink
hot chocolate to feel the warmth between my lungs.
Snowflakes cling to my pea coat,
white specks dissolving into gray.
At night, I find myself
riding in the wrong lane:
A red Volkswagen Bug
boxed in a maze
of slowly moving Transport System trucks.
I peak beneath the belly
of an adjacent trailer
to watch other cars race by.