So many things are up there:

air,

electrons in gyration,

wavelength sensations,

pulsings planned

and those offhand

that make the patterns up there

snares.

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 by Luis Ivan Pino, do not copy