I want to say thank you to something
but I don’t know what to call it.
Show me the fragments of knowledge
shared across cultures, countries, continents
through the ages the languages the world religions.
It can’t be some grand conspiracy
too many coincidences.
Each seeing, feeling the same concepts
writing the same thoughts in poetry.
It makes me believe
there is something.
When the missionaries in Utah asked
if I believe in God,
I told them I didn’t
understand the question.
There’s something I want to thank but
I don’t know what to call it.