Contentment Concerto

What did I ask for
the last time I was on my knees
standing straight up
looking at the sky as if 
god were still alive.

My use of capitalization
says it all: there is no faith
but that which runs away
from the fear that the garden will be eaten
by the rabbits who have yet to pass 
the day under a vulture's talons.

Where I am at rest
there is movement
and when I am content
the sun and moon
have stimulated
the tides and a breeze.