I am not a church-goer, but when I read poetry, for me, that is an expression of faith. Every new poem is unfamiliar land, with me grasping for purchase, but I struggle on, trusting that eventually the author’s meaning will come clear, that an epiphany is just around the corner, that the last line will strike an arrow into my heart. It doesn’t happen always—not every experience will necessarily end in communion with the divine—but I know there is a good chance of this happening, because I am a frequent reader of poetry, and this is an experience I’ve had many times before.
Mariners reward blind faith of those who watch to the end, win probable improbable victory over Texas, 5-4
