Today's poem is by John Blair
Pennies from Heaven
There it is again,
the secret art of random,
the hinges that make
a box a boxer
and back again, mire into
miracle. You havewasted all your days
on this, waiting for causes
to emerge like hot
universes from
nothing much at all. We lie
down with lions andbecome lions, teeth
and all until we have outlioned
the lions and sent
them grumpy-cat home
to await resurrection
or at least a goodmeal. All your life you've
kept your clear eye on the ground,
watching for sudden
crevasses, coral
snakes, golden pennies dropped from
heaven. We lie downwith gods and become
needy. Would some manna be
so much to ask we
ask? A Dixie Cup
wax-brimmed with purple sangre
de Cristo beforebedtime, a few sweet
whispered nothings? We listen
to the wind for its
allusions, the stars
for eloquence. The fluent
harmonics of hoperattle our bony
cages and every part of
every body hums
its own tuneless tune,
all frequency and flavor.
The best we can dois make up the words
as we lie down with others
and become ourselves.
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