This time, I have left my body behind me, crying <br />In its dark thorns. <br />Still, <br />There are good things in this world. <br />It is dusk. <br />It is the good darkness <br />Of women's hands that touch loaves. <br />The spirit of a tree begins to move. <br />I touch leaves. <br />I close my eyes and think of water.<br /><br />James Arlington Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trying-to-pray/
