madness

I thought the screams,
Of the Brooklyn Dodger fans,
A magnificent madness.
Now I seek sanity,
My position as judge absurd.

So many believers
Intent on confronting enemies.
Perhaps we should start over,
Implore Job to explain.

Silence would be a start.
Listening for soft voices,
Kierkegaard would tell me there is a way,
“You may believe, but only you.”.

It is not without recompense,
This madness.
We are comforted by agreements.
Unity trumps reason,
We may be invited to Alice’s Tea Party.

I confess to being an optimist.
On good days the king is naked,
He smiles down on his subjects.
They are naked.

I watch a child at his first ball game.
A vast stadium, he is awestruck.
It seeks the boys acknowledgement.
His private service is starting.