Mountain goats

the universe is a sly genie

granting your heart’s desire


be careful

what you wish for because

the woman who prayed

for a release from exercise

lost the use of both ankles

while she

who despised uncertainty

was forced to choose change

as definite

finding out too late

there’s a sort of peace

in fate unknown

and before you know

that leap is made

like an

ungraceful newborn

a colt, a mustang, a mountain goat

with shuddering legs

sprays matter from the birth canal

over disgruntled onlookers

as she

scrambles up the other side

of life


or, if not, well, anyway

the crevasse is too wide and

you see


smash the stones of our past lives into oblivion

on the way, so

you can’t

go back now

don’t even try