Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XV

I looked around

the gymnasium,

thinking that, perhaps,

I had nothing

— an entire absence

of thoughts —

in common

with the humans around me.

I determined to find a

thread common

among us.

Finally, I posited to myself,

“well, everyone here

must foster

an identical faith,

a faith that says

the ceiling

of the gymnasium

won’t collapse

onto the floor

tonight.”