prayer

i lean my head against
the wooden table
like oak or pine or cedar
redwood forest california
smell the firtrees at your feet
and i think of what it is that i want

i never used to wish for specific things
i would let the heavens do my choosing
wish vaguely for things to turn out right
for celestial bodies to align themselves in
the order they deemed fit

i breathe i breathe i breathe i breathe
hold breath hold breath hold breath hold breath
let each thought float away like feather
let each feeling cease to be
let lips press and let hands like leather
eyes pressed together so that i see

what that i want
what that i need
to hear it in the rushing breeze
all that i want
all that i need
i pray for it to come, to please

i lean my head against
the wooden table
and kiss its colored waves.