The tedium of disbelief
can be eased by a drink,
or a chicken wing
marinated in ancestral wisdom;
Plato, Aquinas, even Wordsworth!
Suddenly the fever and fret dissolve;
leaves begin to dance on fiddler’s winds,
while bees are seduced by entangling blooms
intoxicated by nectar
from sun-blessed cups.
Others seek wisdom in opiates
or prompt disciples to declare their love.
I drink deeply from this garden,
grasp tender saplings,
toast brazen roses,
lean into creative intercourse
and ascend my stairway to ecstasy.