While Charging by Zev Torres

While charging my phone 
At Brooklyn Bridge Park
A wayward prayer 
Falls from a bloated grey cloud,
Landing on the bench next to me. 
 
How does that happen?
Was it misaddressed?
Insincere?
Shot down?
 
Or was the prayer,
Like all human endeavours,
Inevitably imperfect,
Rendered incapable because of a defect in
Design or execution,
From reaching its destination. 
 
"Save me" says the prayer,
Its soft yet self-assured voice
Overshadowing my surprise
That it can speak at all. 


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Zev Torres is a writer and spoken word performer whose work has appeared in numerous print and on-line publications including Great Weather for Media’s most recent anthology, “Escape Wheel”, “Athena Review”, “Breadcrumbs”, Mad Gleam Press’ “PostStranger”, and Three Rooms Press’ “Maintenant 6” and “Maintenant 12”. Zev has been a featured reader at many New York City spoken word venues and, in 2010, founded the Skewered Syntax Poetry Crawls.