Talk of High Romance
O mind, you speak of graduation
from the School of High Romance,
but there are serious signs
you are flunking first grade.
You study books on arithmetic
to calculate how much you gain
from gazing at your Beloved’s face
for ninety minutes in a row.
You say you’re in love,
but when he wants quality time
you make up lame excuses
or show up late, lukewarm,
and lost in your own little world.
You dole out a little attention,
but keep peeking at the clock,
then yawn and knock off early,
saying you need more sleep
because you have a big day ahead.
O mind, you talk a good game,
dropping hints with all your friends
that you are quite a lover of God.
But he has much better lovers than you.
That’s who he’ll be with tonight
while you’re sleeping like a baby.