I don't know exactly what prayer is...
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention,
How to fall down
into the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll
through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done
Doesn’t everything die at last, and
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?
“The Summer day” New and Selected poems 1992