I read about St. Patrick's Day. It is actually a religous holiday. Well, spirits are spiritual, I suppose. It is a day to think about spiritual renewal and pray for missionaries. Hmmmm! Well, I can do that. It certainly feels like a special day. The holiday spirit is in the air.
Almost all businesses are closed today in Ireland except for restaurants and pubs, so, if you were there, you would go to mass, and pray, and celebrate. And here, well, in our usual way, the parade in San Francisco was last Sunday, and I am sure the bars are well-stocked today, too.
I offer a poem by Charles Simic that has nothing to do with St. Patrick's Day, or maybe it does.
Time - the lizard in the sunlight. It doesn't
move, but its eyes are wide open. They love to gaze
into our faces and hearken to our discourse.
It's because the very first men were lizards. If
you don't believe me, go grab one by the tail and
see it come right off.