Prayer

She sat at the window
her hands held together tenderly,
a cup of offering. Speaking voicelessly
she imagined each person
she carried in her heart.
The names flew out from her,
like a hundred starlings
rising into the sky.
She saw them lift up,
sunlit, glittering,
a wave aginst the blue
seeking somewhere to land
at the end of her prayer.

--Timothy Haut, March 15, 2016