This poem plays with the intrinsically obscure interior nature of subjective experience. While one may want to speak of potentially mystical or God experiences, there is an irreducible aspect that cannot be reliably verified, at least in the typical scientific meaning. This is sometimes referred to as a “veil.” Of course this certain inscrutability of our interior experience doesn’t mean that our inner experiences are not valid or subject to meaning. This poem leaves open any precise meaning about whether or what nature might be of a “secret quest” or whether the writer (me) is fantasizing/imagining and wandering/wondering about it. I must confess, I experience powerful inner callings that could easily be taken as secret quests, from God or elsewhere you be the judge, or not.
Secret Quest
One eve
God stopped bye
Just letting me no
That I have a secret quest
To which I simply rejoined
What might
That be
As God carry on
If I were liable
I may very well screw it up
And still
It would remain sow
As our secret keep
If by seaming chance
You are bound to wander
A bout this avail
As sure as you are reading this
I have
