We Got Used to the Surprises

until there were none left

and we had to breed them

in captivity. Nature continued

to re-evolve its crab. Possum

hands insisted on looking

like ours for no good reason.

It’s not that we let ourselves

down. But there was something

predictable about us. Our smiles

identically involuntary while texting

back. Our selfsame habit,

describing newest old loves strictly

by worst qualities. We gave up

counting on intuition. Accepted it

for its failures like parents trying

over. It’s true. The reasons

you can’t touch a cloud and can’t

touch a rainbow have nothing

at all to do with each other.