crucifix gestures

where hills are flat, where rivers in perfect health freed of sediment, mingle with the groom, when the full circle of moon takes the bride, bedding the silent stars, the resilient earth, when wind marks willow, a crucifix gesture towards a marketable sky, i pray the daily prayer of wooden faith and early morning touch.

when sand splays like frost and details cracks in my skin, when rocks as big as lovers’ rooms roll to thunder foretelling the wet night, when wind marks willow, disease blends, food forgives, crosses beat the dark away from my face, i pray the daily prayer of black believing and early morning, smell.

when lightening fences the prairie, and direction has given way to a small ribbon leading in to the night, when the wedding feast has been scattered, and all that’s left to do is to clean and repair, when the bed is broken and unmade. when wind marks willow, sleep deserts, knowledge ignores, i pray the daily prayer of of minor belief, and walk away from the table, a crucifix gesture.