Thank you so much for your part in my poem, "Different Places to Pray," winning first prize in the Times Literary Supplement Award. It still doesn't seem real - especially because TLS has yet to notify me, but they have printed an article in the paper saying that I've won. Since I don't have twenty-three aunts and uncles, nine siblings, and five ex-husbands, I figured there was no chance of me winning. I'm so very happy to be proven wrong. Here, again, if I can get the lines right is the poem. I hope you like it.
Different Places to Pray
Everywhere, everywhere she wrote; something is falling ~
a ring of keys slips out of her pocket into the ravine below;
nickels and dimes and to do lists; duck feathers from a gold pillow.
Everywhere someone is losing a favorite sock or a clock stops
circling the day; everywhere she goes she follows the ghost
of her heart; jettisons everything but the shepherd moon, the hopeless cause.
This is the way a life unfolds; decoding messages from profiteroles,
the weight of mature plums in late autumn. She'd prefer a compass
rose, a star chart, text support messages delivered from the net,
even the local pet shop ~ as long as some god rolls away the gloss
and grime of our gutted days, our global positioning crimes.
Tell me, where do you go to pray ~ a river valley, a pastry tray?
Causes Susan Rich Supports
Doctors Without Borders; Amnesty International, Oxfam America, Barack Obama , Whit Press