That Year, This Year

A PSALM FOR THE YEAR

WE CAME FROM IN THE YEAR

WE ARRIVE AT AGAIN

Waiting outside my grand daughter's

working in the psalter, I fail to ring

the doorbell to find she's already inside.

I don't recommend this to anyone.

These psalms in English and Spanish,

two translations. I say this to give

myself a laugh. 1968 or 2017?

Trick or treat. The Lord's enemies

will be like the beauty of the fields--

las flores silvestres--they will vanish

like smoke--como el humo. Psalm 37.

My thumb is out, a hitch hiker,

calling on the Lord, It's me, It's me.

Love, Jim

7 November 2017