Today I danced to seven drums
echoing in railyard tin
I prayed with hips that swayed and dipped
and in the river dared to swim
I channeled the stillness of kaphic mountains
while my heart changed colors with the sky
Drawing faith from faithless fountains
I'm learning not to ask: but why
Red torsoed dragonflies mate four in a line I imagine joining their train carefree hearts enmeshed with mine mosaic wings that sing Mine is a soul whose inquiry knows no certain thing except that prayer is a state of mind an ancient art of remembering