Monday Night Bible Study

The barbed wire
looks like a pricky pear--
needles black
and sharp against
the pink sky of sunset.
Doors sliding,
opening, closing,
before me,
after me.
And nodding to
uniformed grey strangers
behind thick glass
as IDs are passed.
God is somewhere
waiting
inside
this dark place.
Somewhere
hiding
among the gang tattoos
and the pepperspray.
Belt and shoes
off and in the bin.
Bible scanned
and flipped through
for contraband.
Hands patting
me down.
So it begins
the search this night.
God is somewhere
in here
among the men
dressed in white.