Invocation
This is another poem written during pandemic and lockdown. Revisited and always actual and relevant. We’ve all been there floating in the unknown; unsettled, scared, overwhelmed. And in different ways: pray.
Invocation
Floating
praying for a gentle current
waves that don’t sink me.
It is a warm,
tender heartbeat
cloud
birdsong
welcome hug
Mother’s brownies.
It feels universal.
My prayer isn’t rehearsed
has no favourite deity.
It isn’t nice
may include profanities.
It is silence,
to listen
to be.
Wordless
when words sound empty.
Silly
when I need to laugh.
Assertive
when I crumble.
It is a blank canvas,
in search of colours
shapes, voices.
My prayer is all prayers before me
and all those to come.
Leslie Jones 2021/2024
