Prayer
Steve Bucher
Bring back to me
The subtle lift
Of childhood toes
Giving way the ground
Buoyed by hands unseen
Ring me with echoes
Of birds once heard
In wooded note
So long ago
Leave lasting
Each edged embrace
Of heart held home
Grown at last too small
Let me nest
Feathered by all
I have let go
That I might wing
At winter’s end
Set loose
By hands unseen
