I'm not religious,
Yet sometimes I come close
to the feeling of prayer.
When I wake up from a dream
and write down the poem as fast as I can
and somehow it smoothes out in my hands.
Sometimes, I feel it when I sip
and savor the green tea and quiet
that always settles my stomach.
Find words that go down smooth as soy milk.
It's as if I was then older than I am now.
I sit cross-legged on a rolling hill
that overlooks Abraham's and Isaac's camp.
Their pitched tents and sleeping camels
stretch out in the sand.
