Monday, February 8, 2016

Don't you want to pray?

To the east without direction, you point your body 
point your lips skywards, when there are no clouds 
mutter your hearts most intimate desire 
or keep to yourself the chance of whisper 
against the tremor of things falling together or away
Don't you want to pray, you whisper, 
yes, I also want to listen without interruption 
to the sound of other people's breaths before they place a candle 
in a dark church, a temple, on the surface of the water 
or in utter darkness launching into daybreak
just listen.  

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