the afternoon shadows are long
they climb through my window,
lie down on my bed,
unable to hold
through the wall i hear my neighbour pray.
his afternoon Asr is a soft, rhythmic breath.
my ears do not know the words that are falling from his mouth.
but still, they fall quietly on my shoulders—made from strong things that i didn’t know i needed.
i wonder if he knows how far his prayer has travelled today, and how much work it has already done.
— i will take this holiness that walks through walls.
© Liezel Graham 2019.
Photograph by Leah Flaviah.