A Prayer
Reed Roles
I pass from light
into shadow
and wrestle
the dark
alone.
The sun
has now gone
and the moon
whispers
ler sleepy
drug.
But I won't sleep.
Somewhere in the night
he is there,
with the throat of god -
full of animal grace.
I lean on this vision
as if in need of a doctor.
I gather this prayer
into balls of light.
