Our problem—may I include you?—is that we
don’t know how to start, how to just close
our eyes and let something dance between
our hearts and lips, we don’t know how
to skip across the room only for the joy of the leap.
We walk, we run, but what happens to the skip
and its partner, the gallop, the useless and imaginary
way we could move through space, the horses we
rode before we knew how to saddle up, before we
had opinions about everything and just loved
the wind in our faces and the horizon in our eyes.
“Prayer” from Prayers and Run-on Sentences
Hat tip: Taproot Magazine