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.