Friday, February 3, 2017

Great Lakes Prayer Three

I have cried for you,
you see my tears that fill great lakes
to the prehistoric brim,
and the concentric circles repeat.

At the thunder of one stone
these pelagic prayers
are a wanting to be free from earth,
as a listener of the waters.

I listen, as the wind
in the trees on Lake Superior
ruffles my bald head and eagle feathers
and dares me to soar.

I will ask the Prophet
to enter through the gate of love:
I have the gold key that opens
the silver gate.