Tuesday, May 18, 2021

THANKS AND PRAISE

If nothing else, 
at least for those 
two or three minutes—

still soggy 
with the pulp of 
last night's of sleep, 

its bellwether 
dreams still 
reverberating—

when the endlessly-
in-rushing space 
of this world 

is crimped back 
to leave a small  
path for the feeling

that there's nothing 
to pray for, since 
I might be anybody.