Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Approaching Prayer

by J. Dickey

A moment tries to come in
Through the windows, when one must go
Beyond what there is in the room, 
But it must come straight and down.
Lord, it is time, 
And I must get up and start
To circle through my father's empty house
Something goes through me
Like an accident, a
negligent glance, 
Like the explosion of a star