First of All
The sky opened up today, after much rain.
It said to me, "Be kind, oh, be kind;
There is so much you don't know."
Shadows of my old words
Obliterate the present. Why
Should I make new ones,
To block my view tomorrow?
God sent me on a ticklish mission
Today. He wants me to find out
What he wants. I got out of it neatly.
"I know what you want, sir," I said.
"You want me to find out what you want."
An astronomer, said the radio,
Has discovered that "the cosmic constant
Is not constant." This is news to them,
I guess. But I could have told them that.