-Spot of Paradise Wandering-

Notations:

What are all those pesky hydrogen molecules up to now?
The prophets of surrender have said:
"Agh! if it's not one thing it's another!"

Then there are those who've accused the turbulent
hand of God for these measurements;
its predilections, indulgences, its eccentric

conclusions in triage.

Priest says: "We cannot reason away the ways of God".

And this was told to them in the children's wing.
––Later, it was determined that

"Hartley’s" pork pies on South Main are the best in town,

so I'll go there tonight for a 9 inch pie to travel.

––It was last afternoon that I read random selections

from Günter Eich's "Angina Days",

a gift to me from my son, born of his mother
near the northern banks of the meandering Ohio.

Earlier in August of 1976:

We'll leave for the hospital at Gallipolis while we're still young,

the heavily creased roadmap at the ready, trusting that a vital

exit isn't lost in the time-worn crevice of the fold.
We'll leave when the time is right, which is to say, whenever she says so.

Back to the neighborhood in the present time:

Traveling South Main after closing the book on "Angina Days",
I found the crusts of the pork pies at "Hartley's" resting earth-
colored confined to their tins beneath the counter under glass

presented in rows, columns on a tray, warm to the touch.

–– what if anything of substance is left for me to do now,
but simply choose the one, or the other one.