lost

when i don’t see

the lyricism in the steady

march of ants

and when i don’t feel

the expansiveness

of a night without a moon

then i know

i have lost myself

in the fray of this

modern world

*

a quick prayer

to breathe in

this rain-soaked night

before i rest

in the arms of grace

*Published in Fireflies’ Light: A Magazine of Short Poems #23