Messenger's Prayer
Adam Powers
Hermes, give me strength. Give this message
Muscle. Make it music, make it make sense,
Make it make us dance. May it make us sage
As the fates, swim as naiads, & commence
Our shadow ceremonies in a moon’s language.
Where not only power, but also, speed matters:
Grant me godspeed, god-repetition, god-message
Discipline, & goddamn receipts. Let me put it to
You this way: as you're zipping out alone in space
I sent a small love letter, a note, arguing to share
Love with another mythos, one must make haste
Now. I give you my soul & ask you to get it there.
No response needed, we're linked, like DNA to a cell.
Hermes, will we make it? I hope this finds you well.
Adam Powers
By day, Adam (they/them) works to expand access to clean renewable energy. By night, they're a climate activist and poet. In the liminal light between, they've been hearing Hermes herald new eras on the verge. This poem is from a series invoking Hermes as marketer messaging for a livable future. In the past, Adam wrote as a community climate and weather poet for Washington, DC., but in a trickster's gambit, they actually live in metro-adjacent Maryland. twitter: @apowersb