Later you’ll walk onto my porch
In morning and wear
Your prayer shawl,
Sway across the pool scape
Like a man drowning in his own
Heart. I don’t know
How that feels anymore,
Lips parting to gulp invisible
Mist but you feel it
Somewhere along
Your clavicle. I have no
Fringed coat to hold while I pray
No sense of wonder
While I pray, only when I peek
Through the window screen
And see how the sun
Moves you.