naming spirituality in a complex world of atheism

shedding an old scab in
parque de retiro
is baptism.

it’s my blessing to be
holy.
it’s my need to be
local
not loco.

massaging my feet
on stubbled forest
is confirmation.

it’s my communion to be
at peace.
it’s my desire to be
welcomed
not watched with suspicion.

sniffing in the microbes
of this mixed grass
is spiritual.

when life starts
to explain religion
life is so simple,
it’s complicated.