ITS MYSTERIOUS

some decades ago divine providence brought a village
girl into my life . a classic african beauty she was
everywhere we went either hood or westside someone
would ask " dont i know you ? werent you two in that
movie by so and so ? " or someone else would say
" arent you both the back up singers for whats his name ? "

we thought it was very funny . but one day i asked her
how did a schmuck and putz like me get a beautiful girl
like her . she hugged me put her head on my shoulder
and said " shut your mouth ! dont you know the work
of our lord is mysterious ! "

twice a year i let my rear yard run amuck . what ever
wants to grow can grow and what ever chooses to die
may do so . it is a revelation to see and watch grasses
and weeds branches and leaves come and go and birds
of every size and spiders in their webs appear and disappear

once an alley cat left a partially eaten mouse on a concrete
slap . as days and weeks and months went by a parade of
flies ants and things too small to see had their way . its fur
and skin dried then blew away . the bones bleached in the sun

the work of our lord in this world is indeed mysterious