NODDING TO THE GODS

Of chance, of luck, of all the signs,
we teeter near disaster despite the odds—
and we enhance them chasing passion
like butterflies, like all good humans.

Always the ambush, I have lain in wait
for quail, for the illusive young buck,
for greenheads circling beneath gray fog
and forgot to fire or decided not

to disturb such grace, to pick and pluck.
What is it then we hunger for
more than living, or giving life
another chance to sweep us up?

                                              for Amanda

2 responses to “NODDING TO THE GODS

  1. John, beautiful. Denise

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  2. This touched my soul as I have matured from the exuberant hunter to as much of an observer. Have not the talent to write or to paint, my talent lies only in the remaining memories in my mind.

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