marie howe | prayer

26 11 2009

Poetry Dispatch No.301 | November 26, 2009 | THANKSGIVING DAY

MARIE HOWE

Prayer

by 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 buy 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?

My days and nights pour through me like complaints
and become a story I forgot to tell.

Help me. Even as I write these words I am planning
to rise from the chair as soon as I finish this sentence.

[from THE KINGDOM OF ORDINARY TIME, W.W. Norton & Co. 2008, $13.95]]








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