Beginning to Pray

Here I am God

This is me:

Standing on a curb,

calling out an unknown name.

People come and go before me

look left, look right.

Dreaming of touches, curled

and days without sky.

I watch conversations flow

instead of geese fly

I see my fingers move

though they're not sure of what they write.

Here I am God

This is me:

your intrepid seeker

your muffled mapper

and unsure friend.

Thoughts' recycled ebb & flow

wears

No, this isn't it.

In my mind, there are worlds where

thoughts are thunk and

sleep is slept;

I explode

and we connect.

Here I am God

This is me:

my secrets gone

before you,

my heart a decipherable tome.

I like to think of it as cluttered,

I like to think of you as home.