(let my prayer be set forth in your sight as incense
the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice)
grey and greased dishwater
late, last thing – the whole day
and nothing
consecrated
slouched in dullness
couch crumbed, mindless TV
& even sleep held under
a skim of chemicals
sleep your great benediction
a tide, filling and emptying – the body
a jar – prayer
as a kind of drowsing
from the fry pan I lift
my hands
dripping like hyssop
***
Psalm 141
(The title is Ps 141:2)
