Film is not the Future

I started a book once titled, "Prayer Jokes for Sleepless Nights". This is from that.

Prayer For Training

I am training

rain to sit and rocks to run

not to be themselves in morning glory

moss lit like a synapse in silhouette.

I am loping across Okanogan,

Stehekin, Chatauqua, Clallam,

Alleghany, Kitsap, Cattaraugus:

cloud forest and hardscrabble,

oak trees and  genocide.

fast bad men behind.

I drink flood tides

eat sunshine

the holy canvas of earth/mind

twisting like a  forest path

lit by an ancient shaft of light.

Friend, carry a milagro in mind.

let the whisper of afterlife hum

like CNN or summer thunder

over the driving range.

Mother Milagro,

red hair swept  in a sea breeze

wet knees, deep heart

your bottomless cup of giving

full of salt and salvation

marry me.

Throat meet ribs meet blood

meet sentimental footprints

in the rock record

long after we’re gone

knives drawn

light tight to hand

taming tempestuous weather

the task i'll ask of you

and you and you

wet grass say yes 

to calloused feet.