It was by no means
coincidence that a tortoise
the size of a manhole cover
walked out of the open desert
and into the path of our car.

I believe in the goddess
of close calls now and built her
a hand polished shrine by the roadside
in the image of the half moon —
a turtle on its back.

Which is to say we stopped
in time to yell “holy shit!” and skid
into the forgiveness of gravel,
to call to account the improbable
which is the very point
of prayer.

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Sara Clancy is a Philadelphia transplant to the Southwest.  Her chapbook Ghost Logic won the 2017 Turtle Island Quarterly Editors Choice Award. Among other places, her poems have appeared in Off the Coast, The Linnet's Wings, Crab Creek Review, The Madison Review, Misfit Magazine, Avatar Review and Verse Wisconsin. She lives in the desert with her husband, their dog, two ordinary cats and a psychotic cross-eyed one.