Prayer from a Mouse
Dimensionless One, can you hear me? Me with the moon ears, caught in ice branches? Beneath the sky’s long house, beneath the old snake tree, I pray to see even a fragment of you— whiskers ticking a deserted street, a staircase leading to the balcony of your collarbone. Beloved King of Stars, I cannot contain my animal movements. For you I stay like a mountain. For you I stay like a straight pin. But in the end, the body leaves us its empty building. Midnight petulant as a root cellar. Wasps crawling in sleeves. I sleep with my tail over my face, enflamed. Oh Great Cataloguer of Snow Leaves, I pray that you may appear and carry every piece of my fur in your hands.
About this Poem
"I wanted to write a devotional poem to a being who is vast and unreachable, and to emphasize this distance, I made myself into a mouse and the Beloved into the Dimensionless One. The poem tries to address an intense, impossible longing. What if I could see the face of the Beloved even for a moment? The poem became a prayer for that possibility, that chance."
Sarah Messer is the author of Dress Made of Mice (Black Lawrence Press, 2015). She works at White Lotus Farms and lives in Ann Arbor, Michigan.
Date Published: 2013-11-29
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/prayer-mouse