Doxa 14: Prayer at Puget Sound

Countenance this leaden dawn

on which even Olympus sulks

behind the winded Sound

and every gull seems desperate

for some arm to perch upon.

You saw me yesterday, right

here, edge of the bluff, singing

in the zenith sun with the eagles,

who know Your name. Already

I’m forgetting the Sound,

already rewriting these words.

Countenance this leaden dawn.

Break golden over mountains.

Wreathe my heavy crown with light.