5 minute poem
“what do you do?” the man said. the boy paused. “—in the event of what?”
“Later she wasn’t so positive perhaps; she thought there were no Gods; no one was to blame; and so she evolved this atheist’s religion of doing good for the sake of goodness. And of course she enjoyed life immensely.” - Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
You used to sing me Kumbaya at night so I could sleep, sitting on the edge of the bed where I lay, always on the left side, hugging the corner of the mattress. I don’t know why I liked the left side, but I did. You were a real singer, or at least I thought you were, or had been at some time; your voice warm and gentle, with perfect rises and perfect falls. Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya. It was a song...