|by Marilyn Robertson
On the way to the post office this morning,
I thought about the odd things we believe.
Things we swear by, pray to, put our trust in,
or wear printed on the back of a T-shirt.
Tarot cards. Crystal balls.
Runes and rattlesnakes.
First stars, second sight—
not to mention elves and Armageddon.
Just look at me, believing that someone
might have written me a letter,
that the world is in good hands,
that a man once walked out of a stone-cold tomb
into the light of day, leaving
poor old Death completely in the dark.
—from Rattle #45, Fall 2014