Commute

I often see the word "PRAY" 
carved on the seats inside subway cars.

It feels benevolent,
less like a command,
more like the way your mother
reminds you to wear a scarf
and honey make sure you're eating well and
have you been taking your meds?

Pray, sweetheart,
it's good for you
and there are leftovers in the fridge.

I never pray,
unless you're willing to count
my ceaseless hoping.
Unless you consider my wishes
equal to pressed palms.

If you could be so obliging,
then yes, I pray all day long,
I am always praying.
I am a human being,
I am a human praying.