(Inspired by that lone goddamn pigeon munching out on gourmet crumbs in front of Three Penny Taproom last Friday.  Pige hit the big time.)

do you wonder why

we go on waiting

for God’s hand

to save us

why we think

we have some place

in a plan among the stars

do you

the universe

continues to explode

maybe help is on the way

or maybe

we do foolish moves

that do not face facts

do not let instinct

see the light

do everything we can

not to show our hands

not to break our hearts

break the fragileness

surrounding us

do we

a pigeon gets along

with crumbs

a tree with rain and sun

the universe

with its plan

I would bet these words

God’s hand is empty

so I play the game

lay down my crumbs

but I don’t count on it

do I

Peter Buknatski

Montpelier, Vt.