down on her knees
note from self

myriad times
catapulted into prayer
she dropped to her knees

yet praying to what?
for what?
what is not already here?

praying needs an “other”
an ailing spouse
or incurable child
the cry for country calm
prayers for rain

she asks again
what is not already here?
and is still called to pray

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.