Prayer II

where is the worry, the care,
let it fall from me: the
knot in the bone, the
wrench of the stomach, the
tight musculature that is
so stretched it does not
know another state - let the
clear soft wind bend me
let the sound of the swallows
and the swifts free me, let
the hot sun clarify me,
let all the things around
me be a cradle as if
I were rocked and young
knowing nothing except
softness against the skin
and a kind face

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