The anniversary of his unexpected salvation
Two years ago a man was impaled
on a fence post. It went in his side
and out his chest. He was putting it
in the ground to give the birds
a home. Lunch sat in the luminous
cab of his truck for it was morning
and the birds who had no house fell
from the telephone wire and flew
over the man who had a heart
like every good farmer—it didn’t know
how to stop working. As the big kid
in a little desk, he’d been taught to believe
salvation would come from the clouds.
But it was his wife. She wanted to check
on his progress. To make sure
he was doing it right.