Fruitless (Poetry)

I looked for God most everyplace
like he might lead me home
but always on the mountaintop
I found myself alone.

I might believe in fairies yet
or ghosts or aliens
vague promises in ancient texts
the words of virtual friends.

I listened to the wind’s harsh voice
some skybourne bird’s thin cry
and felt the spirit in me move
but nothing told me why.

No answer — no enlightenment
and something in me sank
no insight into who to love
or blame or even thank.