The sleeping one woke up today.

I could not move. He did not pray.

A crow and two fawns came up today. I did not move. They continued to play.

The sleeping one sits there and waits. I do not move. They do not stay.

What happens when I too grow up? Will I still have a reason to pray?

I retreat into my mind, and in that short amount of time

the sleeping one

falls back to sleep.