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Column 144

How Good Fortune Surprises Us

Intro by Ted Kooser
01.02.2008

I’d guess you’ve heard it said that the rea­son we laugh when some­body slips on a banana peel is that we’re hap­py that it didn’t hap­pen to us. That kind of hap­pi­ness may be shame­ful, but many of us have known it. In the fol­low­ing poem, the Cal­i­for­nia poet, Jack­son Wheel­er, tells us of a sim­i­lar experience. 

How Good Fortune Surprises Us

I was hauling freight
out of the Carolinas
up to the Cumberland Plateau
when, in Tennessee, I saw
from the freeway, at 2 am
a house ablaze.

Water from the firehoses arced
into luminescent rainbows.

The only sound, the dull roar of my truck
passing.  I found myself strangely happy.
It was misfortune on that cold night
falling on someone’s house,
but not mine
not mine.

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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright © 2007 by Jackson Wheeler, whose most recent book of poetry is A Near Country, Solo Press, 1999. Reprinted from Rivendell, Issue Four, Native Genius, Spring 2007 by permission of the author. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.