I said “Ground me” not

“Grind me.”

But I suppose that’s the problem

with praying while chewing.

Or maybe too many people were on their cell phones,

scrambling my plea

and everyone else’s,

creating chaos worldwide

as “open” became “broken”,

“gentleness” became “gentlemen”,

and “strength to survive” became “streets I can drive.”

Perhaps the dispatcher scratched his head

as he scribbled down these unusual requests

before setting them on the Divine’s desk.

I’m sure the Divine chuckled,

and smiled her wise smile,

knowing that what we really need

isn’t usually what we ask for,

that assigning words

to our deepest needs

is a long shot, at best,

that I needed to be “ground”

before I could be “grounded.”