Afternoon Prayer

Pulling out of the driveway

turning onto the street

greeted by sudden vision

ineffably complete

sundrenched lawn

lithe coltish girl

miracle nighthair

to the top

of her blessedly

bountiful

beautiful

bottom

I cried aloud

as Pink Floyd

poured from

the radio:

"Good G-d! Thank you!

On this day

You have curved space

in a manner most magnificent,

and I, your Atheist Prophet

praise Thee!"

Good thing I never

saw her face--

might have been struck

too blind to scribe

this Psalm.