Sometimes Comes Wolf
Everything’s foreseeable. Everything has already been foreseen. What has been fated cannot be avoided. Even this boiled potato, this fork. This chunk of dark bread. This thought too…. My grandmother sweeping the sidewalk knows that. She says there’s no God, only an eye here and there that sees clearly. The neighbors are too busy watching TV to burn her as a witch.
~Charles Simic, from his Pulitzer Prize winning book of poetry, The World Doesn’t End