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
Manon Revuelta is a writer from New Zealand. She is the author of girl teeth (Hard Press, 2017), & has previously published poetry in Sweet Mammalian (NZ), Deluge (US), Brief (NZ), & Turbine (NZ).
