priests would worship in playgrounds
where children seal their covenants
beneath the monkey bars;
playful words would be sacred words
my smiling secret joke with you
– a prayer;
religions might forego their special handshakes
as all learn igpay atinlay
by the second grade.
If God knew Pig Latin,
perhaps he, perhaps she,
would hold our lives more gently
like a mother carrying a leaky ice cream cone
– finger tips on paper.