Dublin, 2019.

An ode to good company.

I rose with the sun to pound the pavement,

A daily offering to my chosen religion.

All was calm with the world, quiet, bright, holy.

But this lone ritual was not new to me,

I sweat in solitude more often than not,

But that would be all for the day's isolation.

Instead I would revel in an amity I had long since forsaken in the pursuit of broken

Bones.

 

I'm a bore, mostly.

Desperate to make good with people,

To prove by contradiction that I am more than the sum of carbon, muscle and

Mathematical fibre.

Hoping deterministic, jumped conclusions would not bias the result.

But that day in the capital,

It seemed, experiment and theory agreed within the bounds of uncertainty.

That day it seemed, I had succeeded.