May you always have work for your hands to do, May your pockets hold always a coin or two, May the sun shine bright on your windowpane May the rainbow be certain to follow each rain. May the hand of a friend always be near you, And May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.
In feigned completeness I would walk the lonely
longest distance between all points and all others
because in their connection my geometry will have
been faithful to its own imagined laws.
~ from "American Biographies" in ANOTHER AMERICA by Barbara Kingsolver
