prayer

you find the bed
warm, and almost
any bed will
do these days.
you are wet
with rain, with
a life of work.
fatigue pulls
on your aging bones.
you pull off your
boots and fall flat
face first into
a pillow. you
will yourself to
get out of your
clothes. to turn
off the light.
you can barely bring
your hands together
to pray, and yet
you do. there has
to be some structure
and ritual that
you'll bend to
in this life.