ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 3
PRAYER
heart made of dirt
that circles itself
through the trees through the deep-stretched roots
that entices light
to be its blood
that sugars its extensions
salts its countless motions
that lowers itself through the rocky basement
that reaches around itself to stay what tries to run away
that covers itself in every color every garment
that lets its strength spring out unexpected
amongst the darkened tribe departing ones
that discovers each beat
as a new measure
marking out its tirelessness
its eager delight
endure me march me warn me
before I overcome myself
in striking out only for one shore
the distant line I let myself see