we should read more essay

certain things like
david foster wallace on john
updike and the way
you realize the peculiarity of the american
brand of loneliness and how ugly
solitude looks from outside
the narrative you catch yourself whispering
to your internal protagonist

and here in another world
lewis describes a beam of sunlight
in an old shed
and then the stepping up and looking
right through the old roof to trees and sun and sky
and also
how it is for God
who has to live with each one of us
outside and in
and still to find us lovable
and i want to set down the book
and run to each person i care for
and some i don't but would like to give another try

and i would be shy to
give understanding a go, now
but i believe it may be that
there is a reason God is invisible
but with his presence free