prayer
like
sparks.

a life incredible, vivid, excellent.
prayer
like
sparks.
in spring the purslane
pops up underfoot
in winter the cold
corrugates the soul, crumpling
it up like paper
february turns up soft and
delicate
there is a time to keep,
and a time to throw away:
theatre programs
ticket stubs
dead plants
math tests
in a shoebox somewhere in the closet
are the little paper houses
my glamorous great-aunt
gave my grandma for Christmas
despite my best intentions
how quickly i forget You
don’t liken a lichen
to a room like a kitchen
unless stonehenge is a mere pile of stones
i was trying to proceed sensibly
to live logically
to hold tight to what is
good and real
in frozen january
i catch myself
longing for spring