harbor planet
in the in-
hospitable firmament,
the actual wonder
is that
none of this
is miraculous.
God is our little
semantic gap
between the real
and the authentic;
the devil's our predilection
to self-report
when we start
to feel sick
at the fact
of statistics;
and the angels are
the pitiably numerous
experiences
and objects
we haven't got
names for yet.
