Sunday, March 22, 2009

There's a pigeon in the prayer house

There's a pigeon in the prayer house
and we're not wearing shoes.
I'm biting my tongue
on a floor of blue carpet,
under a dome painted blue.
The doors to the decks are open
and the sky is turning grey.
It's no wonder then:
a pigeon in the prayer house.

1 comment:

SarahA said...

Thought provoking and it's probably written at 'face value' but I always seem to read between the lines, in those empty spaces that aren't visible.