Touching & Reading (PG)

Change my ways.
When I’m trying to get something done, I pray
for better luck next time.

Or when I try to explain I instead rely on magic
to bely my failings: fall, the season
of the tailback

covered-up gardens and a betrayal we couldn’t stomach
astonished

we do not rely on ourselves,
but are stewards of something great:
a deeper cannon,
a stauncher true
wherein nobody is shot
but our dreams just continue into day;

Perhaps
a song somewhere will catalogue
everything I’ve ever thought
and I’d have no reason
to any longer live.

Meanwhile, the boys
are playing at the anatomy game
in the corner, can’t you see?

We believe in the colors true
which relieve us of our
doubts and shouts and strands of cord
are falling on us now.

Whoever reads this
touches a person.