These Days

WHEN I PRAY

I pray to a god
Who doesn’t exist
And beg blessings from
An indifferent universe.
I reach for another,
But find only myself.
The world begins
Beyond my fingertips.

It’s me and all else,
No us, no we.
And the god I
Don’t believe in
Hides a smile.

I’m contained,
Separate and alone,
While the sea laughs
At my tiny pail,
Delighted by a child
Who holds the whole
Ocean in her hand.

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