Hoping For A Miracle

Hoping For A Miracle
 
 With wrinkled homework
and sack lunch
in hand, 
late as usual, 
i hurried down
our tree lined
driveway.

my heart racing,
i glanced up,
in a weak gesture
of piety,
hoping just this once 
        God
 would take my side.

the clouds 

       t
             i
                 l
                     t
                          e
                                 d,

and then par      ted.

high overhead 
there was a sudden garish splash
of tumbling yellow, 


        and


 holding my breath,
arms outstretched,
i attempted
the 
seemingly impossible
task of

catching the bus.