Oh, Well

I no longer pray
I read poems and
listen to Fleetwood Mac’s “Oh, Well”

I no longer pray
I lie in the hammock
watching the undersides of the leaves

I no longer pray
I write short poems
make abstract-ish paintings, cook soup

I no longer pray
I sit with my old kitty
letting her purrs strengthen my aging bones

I no longer pray
I wipe down the counters
do loads of laundry, water the plants

I no longer pray
I check in with my sister
widowed a year, listen to her stories

On second thought
maybe this is how I pray
oh, well

Can’t help about the shape I’m in
I can’t sing, I ain’t pretty and my legs are thin
But don’t ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Oh, well

Now when I talked to God I knew he’d understand
He said, “Stick by my side and I’ll be your guiding hand
but don’t ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to.”
Oh, well
Written by Peter Green, performed by Fleetwood Mac

Photo taken in my back yard while lying in the hammock.