The Prayer

You sometimes wonder, how he
learned to pray so diligently
you look and see
him sitting, over a bowl of pasta
while the steam lifts off,
the aroma pools about,
and he drinks it in
and pours it out through his prayers,
you see this and wonder about him
and then you wonder when else he prays
and you watch,
and see that between each step
he prays
while the clouds are being born
he prays
and as they sit down to die
he prays
when the birds fly by.
he prays
his life
he prays,