Life here has been, much like recent posts, low energy with a fair amount of focus on serious subjects.  Not depressing, but very serious.  So I chose this poem because it still makes me laugh.  And, conveniently, it has started to rain a bit.

I gingerly place my foot
and slowly transfer weight
moving, mincing, along
across the field
freshly made into
slippery mud
as I shuffle my way through,
inch by inch
I think of
Divine Hands molding such stuff
crafting blood vessels, lungs,
arms, legs, even a brain
out of such sticky goo
and I wonder if
the Divine shoes
were any cleaner than mine       written 3/08

“Total absence of humor renders life impossible.” Colette