Prayer – a poem by Kristin LaFollette

Prayer

An old brick house I
felt a connection to—
(We were both dust and
the pages of books)—

It was September and
……………..there was no optimism left in me.

In the old house: ……..Cereal and a carton of
eggs, coffee and milk,
heavy wooden doors
and a subtle smell like
stale laundry.

I started thinking about
how other people see God,
if they kneel with their knees
planted firmly on the ground,
speak quietly with their eyes

…………..closed and their head down,
spines curved like tall grass.

The house reminded
me that, in some ways,
I long for time to pass,
that I will never regret my age,
that I will always
…………………………..welcome ash as a gift—

Near the house was a
restaurant with high tables
where I talked with people I’d
only recently met……..but already loved.

Conviction is my own natural remedy,
all…………………milkweed and lavender—

……………………Religion is the sea
……………………I am lost in—

 

Kristin LaFollette is a writer, artist, and photographer and is the author of the chapbook, Body Parts (GFT Press, 2018). She is a professor at the University of Southern Indiana (Evansville, IN, USA) and serves as the Art Editor at Mud Season Review. You can visit her on Twitter at @k_lafollette03 or on her website at kristinlafollette.com.

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