Something’s whispering

 

 

A horde of prayers circled the veranda, slid over

its edge, onto dry thirsty ground, floated off again

along the highway of butterflies and bees

 

Endless petitions rumpled into a breathing cloud

bigger than imagination, smaller than a wish

humming tunes of gull wings and cricket clicks

 

Invocations headed for the clouds hiding the heavens

waving over the seas, sifting with desert sand

oozing their way through fecund mud from the rains

 

Swarming, not quite visible, enriching the air,

flavoring the breeze, replenishing their numbers,

correcting their flow, renewing their destinations

 

Growing in strength, expanding with the music of longing

supplications honing each other in flight, building a new

dream, forming a new story, shifting our world

 

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Sharon Lopez Mooney, Something’s whispering, from “Glassworks”, Spring Issue, ’22, ed. Myriah Stubee. Etal., Glassboro, New Jersey 2022