Neither of us believes
in God
yet each time she flies
she sends a text:
boarding now
off I go
mwah
and then:
landed
Honiara, Jakarta,
back home in Canberra
and, best:
at gate JFK!
We two skeptics
know that it is these
little prayers—
tapped by thumbs
that once, when sucked,
were all
that was needed for
homeland security—
offered up to ether
and beamed down to me
that keep her safe.