The Answer

How to hold all of this prayer?

Could these arms have been meant to bear the weight of wishes?

The heart, the gravity?

A mind, its tumult?

I desperately supplicate above for guidance, and those heavens smile down with fond indifference.

"The Answer is also below," they coo. "One without the other is pale, unfinished."

So I go there too, and find that I already was.

photo courtesy of NASA/Bill Ingalls