Glory be to God for the tiresome and tedious,
Glory be to God for tedium,
for no news about anything,
for newspaper strikes and power outages,
lethargy and downtime.
Postpone and delay. And again,
postpone and delay.
No place to go. No way to get there.
No reason not to stay.
Glory be to God for inaction,
for not getting things done,
for not getting anything done,
No huffin’, no puffin’,
just some of that slow and easy,
the woman lackadaisically on top,
the man lackadaisically on top.
Yummy, yummy, take your time,
yummy, yummy, I’ll take mine.
Slow and easy,
slow and easy.
Glory be to God, O glory.
O glory be to God.
from The Collected Poems 1957-2004 (Black Moss Press)
(read by Garrison Keillor on Writers’ Almanac)