Today I danced to seven drums echoing in railyard tin I prayed with hips that swayed and dipped and in the river dared to swim I channeled the stillness of kaphic mountains while my heart changed colors with the sky Drawing faith from faithless fountains I'm learning not to ask: but why
Red torsoed dragonflies mate four in a line I imagine joining their train carefree hearts enmeshed with mine mosaic wings that sing Mine is a soul whose inquiry knows no certain thing except that prayer is a state of mind an ancient art of remembering