earthly voyages

Prayer – Marie Howe

Every day I want to speak with you.
And every day something more important
calls for my attention-
the drugstore, the beauty products, the luggage  
I need to bring for the trip.

Even now I can hardly sit here
among the falling piles of paper and clothing,
the garbage trucks outside already screeching and banging.

The mystics say you are as close as my own breath.
Why do I flee from you? 
Help me. Even as I write these words I am planning
to rise from this chair as soon as I finish this sentence.

Poetry

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