Good Saturday, dear friends,

I realized that some of the links on today’s reflection did not work properly. I have fixed them, I hope – just in case you wanted to hear T.S. Eliot reading his poem. Thanks for your patience and support.

Here’s a little Saturday afternoon poem I wrote … just for fun, and to thank you for taking the trouble to read this extra note.

Saturday Afternoon Conversations
 
                Saturday afternoon conversations
                in the tight neighborhoods of the city,
                especially in sunshine,
                are like light glanced off mirrors
                fractured in forgotten 
 
                childhood
 
                where responsibility did not exceed
                the guarding of a pocketful of marbles
                against unnoticed holes.