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| from THE KINGDOM OF ORDINARY TIME, W.W. Norton & Co. 2008 |
Prayer
Every day I want to speak with you. And
every day something more important
calls for my attention -- the drugstore,
the beauty products, the luggage
I need to buy for the trip.
Even now I can hardly sit here
among the falling piles of paper and
clothing, the garbage trucks outside
already screeching and banging.
The mystics say you are as close as my
own breath.
Why do I flee from you?
My days and nights pour through me like
complaints
and become a story I forgot to tell.
Help me. Even as I write these words I
am planning
to rise from the chair as soon as I
finish this sentence.
- Marie Howe, The Kingdom of Ordinary Time,
W.W. Norton & Co
Editors Note: Marie Howe is the niece of Srs. Madeline and Margaret "Kelly" Howe, RSCJ who are both deceased. I thought Marie's poem was befitting on this beautiful Labor Day and in celebration of her recent appointment as New York State Poet.
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