I
am called to prayer
I
orient my mind
to
understand the infinity of you:
fragments, half-syllables, silence
spirals
that twist, curl, build
like
clouds, like storms, like life
a
fountain spraying chaos and rainbows
or
a single droplet, clear and pure
this
is the substance
with
which I bathe my eyes
a
substance
indistinguishable
from tears
I
bow my head: This is
the
impossibility of knowing
the
infinity
of
you.
October
16, 2001