Manon Revuelta

Prayer Look at this busy dance I do with my hand When I’m talking to people Shredding paper in the darkness of my pocket It is the quiet work of saying things Like bees or ants aren’t still when they build things And I admire it and I wonder why it is We put our hands together to pray I suppose we must show that our hands are not doing anything That there is finally nothing happening behind the scenes Which I can’t imagine is most honest