Traps
Every morning
I tend the line of traps
out on the water
searching for uncanny lobsters
and signs
because I’ve learned
that ignoring portents
when they are sent to you
means the gods will
mess up your day
to make sure their messages
are getting through.
Love or lust would be easier
to bear than the gods’ blessings
I can see us both
walking cautiously
waiting for the next disaster
that will hurl us onto the path
the gods have chosen for us
that’s why their affection
is a dead weight pressing down
until we slide
under the surface
adoration held over our faces
like a rag soaked with ether
until we’re limp with devotion.
Why would we choose
to enter this kind of house of worship
when we are just wheat
to be milled and our spirits
churned out the other side
except that the glow of divinity is so strong
that we are made blind by the lure of it
as it pulls us in
like the suicide of the moth
as it falls into the flame.
Photo courtesy of David McCaskill
https://500px.com/photo/1039154288/baileys-island-by-david-mccaskill
