Silent prayer

Eyelids lowered, immersed in unstillness and disquiet;

the tumble dryer tumbles, the dishwasher sloshes,

the circuits in my head hum in ecstatic, rhythmic union

with the beverage fridge.

Beyond the glass, fighting rip tides on the wind,

a frantic bird is crying out,

“Hear ye, hear ye, hear me!”

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