Prayer in poetry - part of collection oc poetry

Prayers of touch

Where spring begins
who are you far into the heat
I will not answer
way over in the milkweed field
Because the fever is here

Where spring begins
what good will truth do
Not a thin voice to guide the eye
or bow dark bones that cover dark skin
And only then are we open to crying

Where spring begins
who says prayer is touch
Here is a fire
degree of clarity that burrows into the palm
Of the hand

Where spring begins
with energy
Voiceless
imaginary
More real than lightning of mind

Where spring begins
I say prayer is touch
We sing of difference
we are all together here now
Without indifference