“Don’t look back.” They warned her, the angels did, as they led her by
the hand away from the coming destruction. “But Lot’s wife looked back, and
she became a pillar of salt.” (Genesis
19:26)
Red Fox
If, at the breakfast table,
I had not looked up just
as the red fox, burnished
coat glinting, trotted past,
white-tipped tail carried
like a flag, I would have
missed him. I would have
missed him if I’d slept late,
sneezed, or even blinked
which makes me think how
much I’ve missed because
of chance—if chance is what
it is—the life I might have
lived if I’d turned left instead
of right, responded no instead
of yes, walked through one
door, not the other. I’m not
complaining: I wouldn’t have
it otherwise given all I would
have missed; this life, this love,
this fox outside the window,
trotting.
(Red Fox, by Sarah Rossiter,
December 30, 2020, https://www.christiancentury.org/article/poetry/red-fox)
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