Napowrimo day 3

Meandering poem

Evening prayer


Every night I say a prayer for my feet.
I start with the way the connect to the ground
I start with the way they push
Push their roots deep into the earth
To push the earth
Fast past my churning calves and bony ankles.

The next prayer is for my hands,
The way they shape
The way they hold
The way they tear down.
I give an extra prayer for the thick calluses
On the corners of my palm
A layer of armor between myself and the world.

When I pray I give thanks for each vertebrae in my spine
From my vestigial tail
Up thirty three hard bones
Interlaced with clever nerves
To the delicate formations holding my neck proud
And my chin high

I say a prayer for my skull
Protecting my mind
And my ribs,
Protecting my heart
And my heart
And my aorta
And my skin and my eyes and my ears and my tongue and my liver and my pancreas

The last prayer I say, I say for my spirt
Curled up tight in the blanket of body
I wish it good night make sure to whisper, before sleep
I love you.