Most days come 
along like a child
kicking a stone

down an alley
or like the way
the mail lies

in the mailbox,
its flag up. But
sometimes as

you wander into
some old worlds,
you feel yourself

gliding on the morning,
maybe looking back
over your shoulder.

Ridl, Jack. “Likely” from Saint Peter and the Goldfinch. Copyright © 2019 Jack Ridl, with the permission of Wayne State University Press.