"I've escaped death so many times, I know I'm only living
By the saving grace that's over me."
Bob Dylan
Saving Grace
I was born
on the feast day
of the Guardian Angels.
How they got that day
I don't know.
How I got that day?
Biology.
More than once my Aunt Theresa told me
I'd always be taken care of -
I've never had any reason
to doubt her, but
Who's taking care of me?
The universe knows no mercy;
Guardian Angels are comforting,
but childish;
Fortune is as much
a stumble-bum as I've
ever been;
Fate? No thank you,
nothing is written;
His saving grace? I haven't
switched columns here, I'm
still looking for something
to believe in, but to think
I'm better protected
than the guy who just went up
in shrapnel and smoke
is no more than vanity.
The idea of a Guardian
belies any logic, but
"it's life and life only"
is so hopeless and drab.
Monday, May 11, 2009
