Syzygy

Someone flipped a fair coin into thin air.
Its glint bribed the sky with false promises.

When the bird dropped from a flock overhead
wings fanned the coin ambiguously.

Heads or tails? No one could have predicted
such perfect alignment of bird ball and bat!

The pitcher's true arm waylaid tried instincts
with a powerhouse thwack. A flutter of feathers
sprayed the uppermost sky as if a pillow had been shot.

Mathematicians & gambling men know: the rarer
the event, the larger the deviation.

From the norm? From what's true? The long hard jock
begs the question from the back of his stretch limousine.

Sometimes the sky holds up an unlikely blue moon.
Sometimes coincidence slides into home plate
of the miraculous.

Cheryl Snell