There really is no Friday word today with Mona being a bit under the weather (get well soon!!). While reading the NYTimes this morning, I came across this lovely previously unpublished poem on the opinion page. The poem touched me in many ways and I absolutely love it. So here it is.
Accompanying photograph and text are also from the Times.
I don't know about you,
but I practice a disorganized religion.
I belong to an unholy disorder.
We call ourselves,
"Our Lady of Perpetual Astonishment."
You may have seen us praying
on sidewalks outside the better
in all kinds of weather.
Blow us a kiss
upon arriving or departing,
and we will climax
It can be quite a scene,
especially if it is raining
cats and dogs
Kurt Vonnegut on the beach in East Hampton, N.Y., with his Lhasa apso, Pumpkin, on July 19, 1976. Photograph by his wife, Jill Krementz.