prayers for us all

fitting new faith on top of my old

animal paddocks were built six owners ago

which Silas demolished cedar plank by tin roof piece

four rebar hay holders still rust on the ground

let’s make them into a prayer wheel

vertical like merry go rounds we rode as kids

Michael drives iron deep into moist earth

mounts the four on a bering two feet off the ground

it spins the day before Trump’s inauguration

as I sing Steve Miller’s ‘time keeps on spinning, spinning, spinning into the future’

prayers fly like a hopeful eagle

we need prayers

trust I believe it

past revolutions in today’s prayer

Steve’s band played at my freshman homecoming

when the world was more liberal

three days of snowmelt on Bald Mountain Road

blue cloudy wet and grace

prayer future in the middle of nowhere