Smithereens Press Chapbooks 'Rootless' by Jennifer Matthews | Page 27

Prayer

Branches puzzle-cut
the morning
light. I
step forward,
inspect
a waiting web,
then
wake.
Spider
retreats
as cones and rods
take in the low relief
darkness
of a borrowed room.
In the hiss of heaters’
shush,
I cannot
discern
if I should rise
or fall
back within
my cloth cocoon —

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