prayer

in my mouth is a word

       pressed together

       tied with a string of sound

long moment-pause--gape--in between

the hierarchy of her thoughts 

climb upon the couch of my immobility 

beating the gaps expansion furiously--movement

her hand is growth hiding in a well on the inside

                         of palms (psalms) raised upward

soft light dark light illuminates dark eyes--hair 

prayer is not a conversation with god or goddess 

it is human consideration

verbalized clarity of wants needs worries disintegration affiliation raising-ation 

the shedding of confusion and fuss

our skin is elastic

everyday we ink our pours 

the history and silt of yesterday 

becomes today--

the river is misdirection 

(this) meditation is a word inside a mouth released

the forming takes place drifting slowing

from the sound wrapping around

inside my palm i dig a hole to place light pressed together

it grinds and grinds against dust settling knowing

intervention is not possible even with a working engine--

we cannot move to let the light out