I am an odd sort.
I pray without any religion to speak of.
I talk to God and answer myself.
I leave the door open when I sleep.
Wave at the empty sky.
Touch stones and ask them
are you lonely to be so old?
I tell God, I don’t expect
or ask for anything, but I do want
the world to be kind and gentle,
and children to have someone
to play with,
and all the stories being lived,
be heard and read,
and rewritten when they’re sad,
with happy endings,
and my gratitude for holding me
when I’m cold.
*a sudden breaking off of a thought in the middle of a sentence as if one were unable or unwilling to continue