Boojum Luck

A meditative interval in the day—

then something unexpected breaks our trance,
along with our fibula and tibia.

Thinking of sweet Rhonda Lay
we wanted sing with at the harvest dance
(wool-gathering on our meditative day).

But just as our plans get underway,
that car drives up and smacks us in the pants,
shattering our fibula and tibia.

Or, we hoist our little clay
up a steep slope toward a wire fence,
chainsaw at the ready for a meditative day.

But the buckthorn grabs our leg—what shall we pray
as we tumble and our foot gets stuck in a trench,
left tarsus no longer a seat for its tibia?

There’s a broad array
of attitudes we can adopt about the bon chance,
on a particularly peaceful, meditative day,
of breaking our fibula and tibia.