Collective Sigh of Relief

Now that the Marathon bombers have been identified, and the manhunt has ended, this corner of the country -- and probably most of America -- feels a collective sigh of relief.  Oh, this is not the whole story, much more will be told, revealed, analyzed, conjectured and invented.  That's the way the news works these days.  Still we have a sense of completion and a bit of awe for the massive efforts of the law officers, a sense of relief knowing that the medical services so immediately reacted to the many injuries and a strong feeling of hope that those who were hurt, those who were traumatized, will recover in time. 

I have been reading and writing  poetry and decided to add a very light one today for a well deserved smile.  This is by Doreen Zimmerman and is called "A Page from the Diary of Einstein's Mistress"

He talks in his sleep
as mass. He's Albert's
got a baby-machine, but
she don't love him like
I do.  She pesters him to
comb his hair. I guess
she doesn't see what I see...
People say he's a genius.
They don't know
what a fool he is
for me. Best thing about Albert,
he"s got a damn good
imagination. And he ain't
afraid to use it.