For you, something not put
_        _even in prayer.
Like broad wings that swim thick
_        _under your fall
And won’t let you drop
_        _through the air.

Or the same thing under the sea
_        _where your boat goes.
A teeming companionship
_        _of life too full for a hollow
—the way a canyon’s alive
_        _when it snows.

That’s the way, under and over
_        _and all around—
Miraculous out of the void
_        _All for you—
_        _so wild the eye roves
_        _wing, fin, flake
_        _nor touches the ground.