Bigot/Sand Castles

I built this castle on the rock of my isolation
on the rasp of stone on stone.
Of this alone I am certain,
in this I am steeled in faith.
I made fortifications of solitude
towers on loneliness—
battlements from seclusion.
Here I bear this adamantine chain;
Here is the reign of my certainty.

You came from the desert,
locusts and wild honey.
You told me you had seen mountains erode,
cities turn to salt—
and cracks form in the veils of those who would not see.
You told me that the firmest rocks can become shifting sands;
that the day would come
where I would find uncertainty in my certainty;
I would be nervous and afraid
in the simple act of being not alone.

So you told me,
but always I am the unbeliever.