On the Manifest

Bear in mind the little gods
Of small opportunities—
Not every cataclysm

Can possibly happen
To you, who couldn’t survive
More than maybe one or two.

If angels existed, some
Would surely be devoted
To fudging the plausible—

Little more or little less—
So that, while not triumphing
Over your adversaries

Miraculously or
Suffering extremely rare
Calamity, small bad things,

Small good things, fortunate breaks,
Would get slid into your path,
Some small failures, some success.