Blue Bowl

"This afternoon, for a moment,/ I felt surrounded by prayers/ when I wandered into a field of oysters/ and saw the ruffle of upraised hands./ I walked among them, amazed.// What was it I almost let go of?// I followed a path of water/ and sand dollars to find my way back.// It was pure gift,/ the way seeing the spotted fawn/ standing by the road, this morning, was." from The Oyster Field