Chance: Six More From a Tarot

This entry is part 12 of 13 in the series Chance: A Poetic Tarot



Fishing boats
and trawlers,
broken masts
and mains—


What’s more
than what can’t
be controlled?


Salt crusts, split beams
and backyard shrines:
ledger of the lost
along the seawall.


Every stone
will bear a name,
a list that will
go on and on—


Trestle and bridge,
fountain from which
the water has fled:
yet we are all drenched.


Someday you’ll go on hands
and knees, peer through
the stained glass of
the miniature church.


In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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