Prayer

"Bringing the hands together completes the circuit"
he says, reminding me that
"bowing the head makes one mindful"
pausing he smiles,
"...but love is what makes you whole."

I pray to you, not with word
but with what I am
I seek you
like pilgrims seek the holy land.
I look to you and thirst
I sit on your stone steps and sleep
a bird sings above me
I dream of the kingdom
where you smile and sing and dance and speak of a million other things
like how you like water
and why your teeth are so white
and you'd think it would be more profound
(except that it really is....)
as every moment that passes
moves through you and I
like a prayer.