Here's a poem from my 2010 book Digging for God :
Saying the Rosary
I used to say it on
St. Paul Street
In bed, to go to sleep,
That small brown rosary
From the souvenir store at the catacombs in
Cecilia lying on her side, her hair swept back,
the slice in her neck..
How I used to fall asleep saying it,
lying on that sofa bed in the octagonal living room,
In my light night gown,
With the traffic pouring by outside,
And the window fan on,
In the heat of the summer night,
Praying to be spared from robbers
Praying for sleep
To pull me quickly and safely to the morning.
And he filled me with a song I never sang,
A rose I never saw,
Waves too distant for birds.