Vocation

When I double check the math
I am reminded
That I am better at adding words together

When I learn the science
My mind’s defiant
And prefers to know why sentences work

When I coax my soul to sing like a fiddle
I’m the victim of a riddle
What breaks without ever cracking first?

When I contemplate my religion
It’s easier with motorcycle engines
Though I hate getting my hands dirty

And when I sit isolated at my desk
The eye of a hurricane that has made a big mess
I start thinking again
Of double checking my math