Sundays

Sundays

What is church if not
understanding potential in the small.

Prayer's in a circle.

He sits adjacent.
Hands.

He sits adjacent again.
Hands, then knots.

What's more elusive, confidence or faith?
Abandon one for the other, then

do the math.
There's ~13 people each service:
a one in six chance he'll sit beside.
Roll the die.
Then it's one in six squared,
and after another week—1/6 cubed—
the odds of his
tarantula hand
ensnaring
silencing
gaslighting mine
for three consecutive Sundays
are less than half a percent
so there's anchor and
wonder in

finding, during prayer's
cage,
what else is possible for

the infinitesimal,
like lotteries
like humans
like God.