Tossing
And turning
On a vain
Dusty mantra.

Old beer cans
Swirling
In the gutter,
Prayer wheels
For long-lost
Faith.

Busy tone
On every channel.
Signal strength
Is not enough
For a connection
To nirvana.

Sitting alone
With a menagerie
Of past decisions
And the fruits
Their branches carry.

No search
For sanctity here.

A little
Contentment
With the hand
That life has dealt
Would be
Enough.