I am tasting this taste again
a bitter salt infused wafer
served on communion?s plate
offered as if salvation bid.
This bread host, heavy on my tongue
and dry, so very dry to chew
yet, salt bitters somehow comfort.
Penance or disillusionment?
Do I kneel now and genuflect,
wear again the shroud on my eyes,
bandage my ears to muffle cries
prostrate myself beneath the sky.
Or do I seek out light once more
as if this clichéd metaphor speaks.
Yet it seems much different now.
Is the light?s portal calling me?
Does this at last mean ?clarity,
removal of my shroud?s dark cloak.
or am I eternally damned
to ever wander, a postulant
to the universe, course unknown.