I AM
I am the dolphin
who swims in the sea.
I am the dolphin
the dolphin is me.
I am the horse
who runs on the land.
I am the horse
And I understand.
I am the moon
who sits in the sky.
I am the moon
and sometimes I cry.
I am the nomad
who wanders alone.
And what of the nomad
where is my home?
Paul Bateman
Melbourne ,Australia
prayer by Marie Howe
Every day I want to speak with you. And every day
something more important
calls for my attention—the drugstore, the beauty products, the luggage
I need to buy for the trip.
Even now I can hardly sit here
among the falling piles of paper and clothing, the garbage trucks outside
already screeching and banging.
The mystics say you are as close as my own breath.
Why do I flee from you?
My days and nights pour through me like complaints
and become a story I forgot to tell.
Help me. Even as I write these words I am planning
to rise from the chair as soon as I finish this sentence.
