I say dear god
reflexively, without
really knowing
if anyone is listening.
Because it feels
quiet, but also like
the right thing to do.
Where it isn’t
quiet, though
is in how I feel about
all the world. So I trust
a little that my plaint
lands squarely somewhere
inside. And when you, too,
say dear god,
I imagine our pleas find
each other, like how a
neutron and proton
reside at the center of
one unit of being.
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caroline ridgway 