THE POSSESSION

He is a religious man.
How often I have heard him say,
looking around him with his worried eyes
at the emptiness: There must be something.

It is the same at night, when,
rising from his fused prayers,
he faces the illuminated city
above him: All that brightness, he thinks,

and nobody there! I am nothing
religious. All I have is a piece
of the universal mind that reflects
infinite darkness between points of light.