Afternoon Prayer
C Ra McGuirt
Pulling out of the driveway
turning onto the street
greeted by sudden vision
ineffably complete
sunny lawn
lithe coltish girl
miracle nighthair
to the top
of her
blessedly
bountiful
beautiful
bottom
I cried aloud
as Pink Floyd pours
from the radio:
“Good G-d! Thank you!
On this Day
You have curved space
in a most magnificent manner,
and I, your Atheist
Prophet, praise You!”
good thing I never saw her face
might’ve been blasted too blind to scribe this Psalm.