Whatsoever things ye ask for when ye pray by Bogdan Dragos

she came out of her

house after

the heavy rain stopped

and walked up to

the bridge

and leaned forward

over the rail

and watched the

turbid river flowing by,

disappearing with

infinite length below her

feet

The rail was

wet and

she wiped it with

a few tissues

and then got her notebook

out

Using a simple pencil

she began drawing

the river

There wasn’t much to it,

just a couple of lines

but she gave them a nice

form

And when she was

done with the

drawing

she began writing

Wrote a poem into

the drawn river

Eternal sensation of

falling

I hear an inhuman voice

calling

Feel my awareness

crawling

underneath. Is it angel

for real or just a myth?

I shall jump toward it

I shall jump toward it

I’m ready this

world to quit

She ripped the paper

and crumpled it