The Atheist Prays

The Atheist Prays

Barbara J Pescan

I am praying again
and how does one pray
when unsure if anything hears?

In the world I know as reliable and finite
when time and matter cycle back and forth
and I understand the answers to so many puzzles

there are moments when knowing is nothing
and I
this accumulation of systems, histories
repetitions falls from me—

how does one who is sure there is nothing

dark gathered around my eyes
sit in this room cluttered with my certainties
my one unanswered question
holding myself perfectly still to listen
fixing my gaze
just here