prayers

falling cherry blossoms
i stepped into art
this morning
smack into a cherry blossom
rain
and I was
brushed
30 or 40 times
with globs of rose clouds
 
as if God
has been waiting
for me
to wake up
and join the pink sky
 
baptize me 
in warm kisses
i am dizzy
and floating
in a summer lake
1990
cradled by mountains
and
pterodactyl clouds,
children’s muffled voices
falling
like petals
on Cherokee hills
 
you drench me in sweetness
so much more than i deserve
i think i will burst
sometimes
or wake up and find 
it was all dreamed up
or imagined
or worse:
untrue
 
but today
i had faith
in what is and what will be
when i joined the children
dance in the rain
while
the “wise ones” watched
like stuffed owls
hardly moving
sipping on bad beer
 
we giggled
and smiled
and
shared our best moves
which were perfect in every way
 
then we 
collapsed
on the pink ground
and felt
the rain fall
on our faces
like prayers
 
 
 
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4 Responses to prayers

  1. dulzimordash says:

    Reblogged this on Nature’s Abhorred Vacuum.

  2. Followed before finishing the poem, for what it’s worth. 😉 (then I finished reading of course)

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