catapult magazine

Evening Prayer

by L.L. Barkat and Claire Burge

Alone tonight, beside
an open window,
I hear trees moving,
whispering to wind.

Would that in my dark
places, I could lean in,
let you tender move and
make me whisper too.

Poem by L.L. Barkat, reprinted from InsideOut: poems. Photo by Claire Burge.