Tomorrow, Today

Today, I left my prayers on the kitchen table,
safe and immobile, asking nothing of me.

Tomorrow, may I take them with me,
cast them about through deed
and word, and presence,
drop them carelessly, as crumbs
falling from the bread upon which I feast,
toss them into the air to ride upon the breeze:
an offering to the One whose spirit
I take in with each breath.