On Prayer

You ask me how to pray and I say, you tell me.

tell me how it's water boiling over pot's edge a squeaking

floorboard hit upon each morning tell me about the full stop

nursing tiny secrets the spaces between words the listless

dreaming the to-do lists rustling loudly in the back

ground how the images dance and settle trees planted

by streams growing tall their leaves turning blonde in

the light of the alpha and omega the one that is and is to come

Tell me how to pray, you ask. And I say, you tell me.