a prayer or something like it/mother mary

complex angel, gentle turtledove, you sweep my mind free from the snarling silks of convention. you graceful, you sharp sighted, you steadfast and proud, you intelligent queen and confection, you fantastic, you vivid, you light, recall me how mad the attempt to disguise myself or deny myself… .  we are many things combined but we are not shiny trinkets. 

remind me that nature cannot be more:  not outwitted, improved upon, finer.  you beast from whence I do not know, whose aspect is simply that shine, pray with me.



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previously published in Dappled Things, spring 2011