Restore my vision so I won’t need glasses.
Take this pain from my shoulder, my hip, my knee.
Let war end forever.
Help the police find the missing child.
Let the Cubs beat the Dodgers.
Some winning lottery numbers would be nice.
Let the woman in the sun dress find me irresistible.
Shrink this tumor, cure my gout.
Let the weather be nice for the picnic,
the wedding, the drive to New Jersey.
Not so much for the funeral;
a cold rain might be alright for that.
Fill the air with them like fog hovering over a river.
They fly like buzzing insects, not knowing where to go.
They swirl in the wake of jet planes, stick to
weather balloons and the wings of birds.
Ra, Odin, Yahweh, Allah, Apollo, Baal,
Marduk, Ahura Mazda, Shiva, Quetzalcoatl.
Who’s got time to answer all these millions
of prayers adrift on the wind?
Oh, and make me rich and famous
for doing nothing. That should be an easy one.
I’ve seen you do it.