Psalm

Psalm

     I’m trying to be hollow as a flute or a small bird’s bone, I’m trying

         to empty out the words that get in the way, I’m trying

         to find the air that’s left, I’m trying to believe

     that the air knows what to say on its own, I’m trying to own

         the shape of the prayer

               I’m carrying this prayer within me     to be bone     the mourning dove’s song

         a small opening                 a hollow

    if You could blow                         into

Jeanie Tomasko