A Prayer Walking Home with Groceries

let me be a poet.
Let me read and write
and bear witness to this life,
and put into words what we all feel in the dark,
and know in our bones, but cannot express.
I am not asking you to make me what I already am,
we’re past that, you and I,
but some far flung Wednesday in the years ahead,
let me be a poet.
What I’m trying to say is,
I agree.