if
the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be
enough"
Meister Erkhart
Call me
back
from this
cactus sanctuary
where I
have been
wearing its cloth
my space
with burnt sage.
The worst
of my pain
gone, exorcised
by
the wind
and
returned to stone ruins
that bruise purple
in the dusk.
a flock of birds
to etch the sky,
an utterance
of prayer
so ancient and plain
will feel
its strength, its syllables
pulsating
on the horizon’s tongue.
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