A Tribute to National Poetry Month

An Innocent Question

“How are you?”

An innocent question,
Befitting a response
I read in a book today.

“Growing and learning.”

More accurate than,
“Great” (a lie) or,
“Okay” (credible, but lacking still),
And, “Hanging in there,”
Seemed a spineless platitude.

I wasn’t hanging
Anything presently,
Not even a slim thread.

“Growing larger?”

“No.”

Growing deeper,
Into an abyss.

“What are you learning?”

“Faith.”