Thursday, June 14, 2012

Pray

a friend told me not to smoke a cigarette
while praying to god;
I inhale arsenic,
exhale carbon monoxide.

compelled like a steel vessel to a magnet,
slender fingers caress laptop keys
and tap out a prayer

this is a way I pray,
a way to convene and work with god –
I did not take the suggestion –
while heavy eyes beg for sleep

a still shot of sunrays through sailboats
and ripples dancing through reflections of
blue, green, yellow, and pink
fades like all moments of yesterdays’,
though filling the gap between
that which is within me
and the endless tract of all that is beyond.

my soul smiles and swells with gratitude
as I speculate that this may be what it feels like
to actually build a life.


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