November 29, 2016

COMEDY OF ERRORS

Sometime there - when we’re audience -

when we’re watching life from our

playpen or high chair or even the floor -

we start to learn that life is a comedy:

a pork chop falls off a platter  - our mom

grabs it from the floor - washes it off, fast,

throws it on the frying pan for a moment -

puts it back on the platter as she heads

for the crowd at the dining room table.

Or we see a dog grab a hot dog right

out of a bun at a picnic and nobody sees

it but us. So too an uncle sneaking some

bourbon or our mom looking at everyone’s

cards when someone’s answering a phone

call - and everyone else heads for the

bathroom or for some chips and it’s her

chance at the card table to see what cards

the others have. Hey whatever it takes….

Life: a comedy of errors - spilled pork -

cheating at cards - a secret sip of bourbon -

a stolen hot dog - mistakes, sins, laughter.

I hope. I hope. I hope. Hey God sees it all.

Isn’t that what the nuns taught us? And

did they ever go to the bathroom? And

did they have hair under those bonnets?

And God’s creations have volcanic eruptions.

Hippos in mud. God, is this how - it all works?

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016