Sunday, June 25, 2023

dew point

Even the old ways abide

the creed of thermodynamics—

gods and devils forever

scraping the sides, dish and spoon

all the ready runaways,

busting down the doors

bursting through the gates.

So these prayers are set

against the endless stars and

long shot heavens, steam and spark,

breath and spine and expectorate 

adding up to atmosphere 

counting in thousands from the flash,

mumbled words and grotesque pantomime 

the hard want of worship 

spat at the wily sky

asked in haste, answered in

drought or drizzle, blessings 

all percentages and precipitation 

the dew point the altar

overwhelmed by the offering

drop by drop by drop. 

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