Prayer Flags anna hood

Her fine hands find
one another, clasp
each other beneath her chin.
She directs her gaze upward
through light dribbled holes
in the sky as night drops her heavy fist.

Her abandoned thoughts drift
like prayer flags in the shadow
of Everest, turn into dreams
or birds, or little brown bats.
The earth spins
shivers
covers herself
in a quilt of Northern Lights.

She sings in the blue neon light
of stars that sent their message
through a millennium of years.
She sings of lost loves
sings of broken promises
or secrets bonded like crystal
to glass, the notes soaring
from her mouth like the 'datoo'
of Gibraltar, her song
carrying the fragrance
of date blossoms.

She's still now
slipping out of her smooth skin
becoming one perfect aria.
It is prayer time.