Praise Be

Bob Marley is responsible for the reggae

I hear playing in my head. If it weren’t for

Newton and Einstein, I would not understand

the gravity of my situation. Could be that

Salk kept me walking polio-free through his

vaccine discovery. Ford and Firestone, given

their ingenuity, propel me along the paved

highways and byways of life. Beethoven

revolutionized my concept of symphonic melodies

as Picasso allowed me to envision life a bit more

cubistically. (Not every line is flat, and I’ve found

that not every circle is perfectly round.) Credit is

due to Maya Angelou for arranging her literary lines,

creating poetic imagery without the need to rhyme.

And praise be to Greenwich Mean Time which with

accuracy has kept me on course with punctuality.

Indeed, where on Earth would I be after seventy

some years had my mother and father not survived

The Great Depression and World War Two? I could

go on and on citing countless examples, and naming

name after name. But I must say, the glowing luminosity

of stars is far too bright for answerability in my whirling

hometown Galaxy—The Milky Way. Looking up into the

brilliant nighttime sky, it gives one pause to wonder…

are things in Andromeda’s neck of the woods pretty

much the same?

Chris Hanch 10-28-17