A Poet's Prayer

If I could spend just an hour
inside Rumi's spirit,
I would know love
that lasts an
eternity.

if I could write with Billy Collins'
 hand,
I would find
myself on the edge
 of a cliff
 admiring the way eagles
glide.

If I could share a thought
with Mary Oliver,
I'd understand
the language of geese
and the other birds that fly
across time.

If I could sit in the mudbaths
with Walt Whitman,
I'd call him my captain
 and we'd laugh
out loud
at the thought
 of it.

O, be my muses, and
come turn
my eyes, my hands,
my heart into
poetry.