Prayer

I turned time over

and over like a

stone held in my palm,

rubbed and worn until

it shines,

just to feel the weight of it.

I watched the ground

spinning, sliding on

this angled horizon,

a movement so large

it feels like stillness,

just to see if it could be seen.

I imagined

impossible things,

and they are all here now

inside my hands

now pressed together.