HERE’ S TO PRAYERS THAT HAVEN’T BEEN ANSWERED / Allison Creighton
A cento with lines from Ian Doumit, , RJ Ingram, Dara Laine, Heather McClelland, Lottë Mitchell
Reford, Aileen Valca, Edytta Wojnar, and Allison Creighton
When all directions were no direction at all —
I drove only by night,
counting blue streetlights.
I dream I am between countries.
How the world glows.
The wind arranges the seeds,
the smell of wheatfields,
and the sound of dirt.
In this life we’re a cloud of dust.
A secret door opens. Is anyone there?
I am moving to the past.
A kind of undoing.
I greet you with white blankets of snow.
You are my moon.
We dream in the daylight
in a silent gray language.
I want you closer,
but your wings are too wide —
Once more let’s meet.
I will be the boat
made from the depths of your silence,
water so clear you see to the bottom.
I learned to play the flute for you,
like summer, refusing to leave.
What feeds this flower
is what comes close,
dances with it nude —
somehow,
you leave a luminous part of yourself.