If a Wilderness

If a Wilderness by Carl Phillips

Then spring came:
branches-in-a-wind. . .

I bought a harness, I bought a bridle.
I wagered on God in a kind stranger—
kind at first; strange, then less so—
and I was right.
The difference between
God and luck is that luck, when it leaves,
does not go far: the idea is to believe
you could almost touch it. . . .

Now he's
singing, cadence of a rough sea—A way of
crossing a dark so unspecific, it seems
everywhere: isn't that what singing, once,
was for?
I lay the harness across my lap,
the bridle beside me for the sweat—the color
and smell of it—that I couldn't, by now,
lift the leather free of, even if I wanted to.

I don't want to.

This poem really caught my attention because it shows the difference between God and luck. I often say "No I'm not lucky I'm Blessed", a line from Nicki Minaj; same idea. I like the rhythm/flow of the poem and how it kind of leaves you wondering at the end having to re-read it.