
Something’s whispering
A horde of prayers circled the veranda, slid over
its edge, onto dry thirsty ground, floated off again
along the highway of butterflies and bees
Endless petitions rumpled into a breathing cloud
bigger than imagination, smaller than a wish
humming tunes of gull wings and cricket clicks
Invocations headed for the clouds hiding the heavens
waving over the seas, sifting with desert sand
oozing their way through fecund mud from the rains
Swarming, not quite visible, enriching the air,
flavoring the breeze, replenishing their numbers,
correcting their flow, renewing their destinations
Growing in strength, expanding with the music of longing
supplications honing each other in flight, building a new
dream, forming a new story, shifting our world
Sharon Lopez Mooney, Something’s whispering, from “Glassworks”, Spring Issue, ’22, ed. Myriah Stubee. Etal., Glassboro, New Jersey 2022