So many things are up there:
electrons in gyration,
wavelength sensations,
pulsings planned
and those offhand
that make the patterns up there
Yet there’s a way up there
for prayer
to push aside
some atoms,
to loosen tangles
in the stratums,
to smooth a clearance
and soften interference,
so that there will trace down
for me
from up there—
rhythms of infinity,
waftings from Divinity.

[photo] Photo by Luis Ivan Pino, do not copy