o//o    o//o    o//o    o//o

Hand to hand I

close a circuit

in the name of

who will work it…

 //oo    //oo    //oo    //oo

…and ask of he

or maybe her

whose powers are

to me, unsure.

oo//    oo//    oo//    oo//

The act of prayer

is like a bird

who lands in the

dimension third—

o/o/    o/o/    o/o/    o/o/

that space in which

resistance wears

a leather glove

that never tears.

    /oo/    /oo/    /oo/    /oo/

NOTE: The inspiration for this poem came from a video on YouTube titled “Why Do You Fold Your Hands in Prayer?” featuring Guruka Singh who speaks about why people make certain actions without thinking about the reasons beneath. Thank you to my dear friend M.P. for sending this my way. I am grateful and am folding my hands with new knowledge!handsprayerKaylee’s hands…3-6-15


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