Friday, February 11, 2011

Echoes

I heard a man laughing
on the train like you (my only prayer
was not to pray to you). To you I pray.

There are times we ask for what we do not want
and times we beg for nothing that we need:
Of all wisdom’s bursting from this struck rock
those are my thirsty mind’s twin lapped-up streams.
He talks to a friend with a quiet voice; his own

booming
echoes in my head like yours.

It takes a while (ten minutes
maybe) before I start to hear what he is
saying and remember: It isn’t me he loves.
(Ten minutes of worship wasted on dialogic
intercourse.)