to pray

sunday, i find myself again
staring out at the congregation
too-short robes barely hiding my Converse

when i'm watching you in the greenlight
i'm dancing every moment at once
all the friends i ever danced with
i am re-memorizing them all

especially the slow and tear-blind dance of departure

mark me, licking with your tongues,
and open my heart with kneading hands,
i promise to try.
i hold no delusions.

this sunday i know, finally
to thank you;

to pray.

because, for all these moments,
i cannot speak and
i explode with gratitude
to those rocking back and forth under the lights

we are sharing all of this, this
terribly important love