Prayer

by Rebecca Wee

With its ebb and flow, this beautiful poem moves with the current of running water and love. I especially love the last image.

I don't read many poems, but I read this one all the way through. The controlled sensuality creates a sustained tension, not just in the words themselves, but also in the way Wee lays them out on the page--sort of like a meandering trail of discarded clothing (the layers of a cumbersome, over-analytical intellect) and footprints in the sand. I like the way Wee constructs word rhythm, making the poem unfurl in your head or off the lips.

The physicality of this poem is powerful and erotic. It captures the irrational hope of two people joined together, even for a moment, as one.

I am transported.


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