Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
2002
The chance
The chance
Chin in, I doubt the praying mantis prays. His is an equally appropriate stance For covering the back of his neck, or eyes, Or for looking accidental to avoid accidents. | |
His name is one of those tedious unkillable Incorrectnesses (ah, how significant That even in this the gesture is possible) We could rid our thinking of, and don't. | |
Enough (it's too much) that mantis means prophet, Without cocking his elbows and wrists too. Likelier it's for combat and discomfit, Or all he knows really well how to do. | |
Still, there he was on the mailbox praying, When I stopped to drop three important letters in, Seeming to say about them what I was saying, And wildly improbable in my town. | |
No, life is sufficiently apparently absurd To include this several-million-to-one chance. It happens. It happened. One is not bored In a world where everything happens at least once. | |