This Act of Faith
He does not hurry, for he has no destination
Losing and finding himself is just another habit
A certain untidiness [crept] [into] him
Normally, he goes clean shaven into the world
But the promise of a Saturday liquid with sunshine draws him away
There grows within him, however, a vague unease
He sees three young men and a girl
The girl is better looking than she should be for such companions
She is long legged and wears a white turtleneck sweater that accentuates her breasts
She casually walks over to him
He slips her a ten-dollar bill
He has left no message for his wife
So intent is he upon the future
That he dangerously ignores the present
He is inexperienced
He is nervous
He is suspicious
So he turns around, towards his home
So he turns around, towards his home
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