“Look, Dad,

it’s not nonsense!

It just doesn’t make sense

to you!

But I sense order

in the swirls and twirls of tornados.

I sense Will

in this world wide web of chaos,

in the screeching cacophony

of questions with no answers,

in a surreal cartoon of an Earth

made of cut-out question marks

stapled loosely together.

A baseball shaped Rubik’s cube

any four-year-old can solve

in five slow twists

if Faith is in her game.

The only difference between

an atheist like you

and a believer

is that she can parse-out

the letters etched in the baseball

that read,”…Going! Going! gone!!!”

but you won’t even swing your bat

on a 3 and 0 pitch!

Hell!

You won’t even climb out of the dug-out

let alone

step into the batters box,

digging your cleats into the invisible dirt

to wait for your pitch!