Emma Howell
PRAYER
At some point you pray
not because you’ve made it
not because you see the stony hand
opening before you
but somewhere the sky leans a familiar gray
into the trees and they acknowledge it
reweaving the shroud of their deep roots
nothing in particular happens to you
the sky becomes a still white mound
and suddenly your knee goes down.
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