I aimed at A and <br />Hit W, by God's grace, or is it Z or N? <br />The cat crunching her meal <br />As holy a sound <br />As the rap of some committee chair's gavel. <br />I can not help but wonder <br />At the course of a life so horribly off course <br />From the intended trajectory of those who launched me. <br /> <br />A certain gray kitty <br />And a thousand other contingencies <br />Never even vaguely seen or even sensed at launch. <br /> <br />If Mother were alive <br />Would she be pleased? <br />The moon shines a tarnished sliver <br />On my wife's truck's windshield.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/late-evening-reflection-on-the-front-porch-with-cat/
