Last Year- James Cihlar
October 9, 2011, 1:22 pm
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What we do not know about fate
Harms us less than what we think we know.

We think we know the rate of exchange,
As if we can trade off years of estrangement

With deathbed forgiveness,
A life of sinning

With one true repentance,
But we cannot. Fate will catch up.

Fate does not tell time with clocks.
It does not enter with the creak of the stair

We hear from our bed alone
In a house wrapped in dark,

As we count the muffled footsteps in the hallway,
Measuring the shrinking distance from our pillow.

It will never come at a time
That allows us to anticipate arrival.

It would sooner show up the moment before
We bury our face in sleep

Exhaling the last worry of day.
Fate moves with the staccato bounce

Of an alley cat on winter ice.
It visits us as a car accident en route

To a job interview
The day after we were fired from the previous job –

Bestowing one blow
On the heels of another –

As if to say, you thought you had me figured out,
You thought you were safe.


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