I pray,
I pray that prayers are heard,
I pray that prayers are heard
though I expect, nor want an act or answer,

I pray for myself,
I pray for myself to be a better instrument
to navigate beyond myself

to explore the vastness of creation,
to scout, at least in thought

beyond the planets,
beyond the galaxy,
beyond the milky way

to entertain even thoughts beyond the universe itself,

and I pray to know the small
that lies within and outside my walls,

I pray to be worthy of self love,
so I can love you purely,
this I pray.

The distant train whistles,
the lap ***** purrs,
in low light, before me
my fingers dance like two spiders
typing,
"Good night, dear."

Within the night Ravel's Bolero,
within that arcuate tremble,
within that instant passion fuse,
within that instantaneous release
release of self.
relief,
No I, no I, no i,
The bliss, the bliss, that is now us, and that lacuna moment.

Spaces,
Angular oasis,
Fracture framed,
And rectilinear,
Mitered,
Metered,
Measured
And
Meticulous.

Gib moon, horse barn roof,
The trees and hills silhouette,
"Cry, coyote, yowl."

From you the seed
to what I hold dear,
though now an old gnarled oak,
and afflicted,
you are in your final winter,
come spring
you will not leaf,
nor will a sparrow
find solace in your branches.

Astronomers tell
there are no satellite moons
circling Venus,
but I am proof that they are wrong,
though my path leaves no trace that can be seen,
but you, my dear, know well,
that when I pass the dew does settle.