You ask me how to pray to someone who is not. br All I know is that prayer constructs a velvet bridge br And walking it we are aloft, as on a springboard, br Above landscapes the color of ripe gold br Transformed by a magic stopping of the sun. br That bridge leads to the shore of Reversal br Where everything is just the opposite and the word 'is' br Unveils a meaning we hardly envisioned. br Notice: I say we; there, every one, separately, br Feels compassion for others entangled in the flesh br And knows that if there is no other shore br We will walk that aerial bridge all the same.