Psalm

It's so hot that I have to keep checking the dogs to make sure they're not dead. It's 108 in the valley today which is just entirely wrong. I've forgotten how to sleep, forgotten how to write, forgotten what it is to not feel like Kathleen Turner. Not the sexy Kathleen Turner either.

Here's a poem from Stuart Kestenbaum that the lovely Garrison Keillor sent me as part of the Writer's Almanac. Yeah, God went missing too.

Psalm

The only psalm I had memorized was the 23rd
and now I find myself searching for the order
of the phrases knowing it ends with surely
goodness and mercy will follow me
all the days of my life and I will dwell
in the house of the Lord forever only I remember
seeing a new translation from the original Hebrew
and forever wasn't forever but a long time
which is different from forever although
even a long time today would be
good enough for me even a minute entering
the House would be good enough for me,
even a hand on the door or dropping today's
newspaper on the stoop or looking in the windows
that are reflecting this morning's clouds in first light.