Outlines

I open the sunroof as we drive home.

From the buckled-in backseat

rapid fire at the back of my head they come:

        "Are there trees outside?"

        "Yes."

        "Are there houses outside?"

        "Yes."

        "Is the sky up in the sky?"

        "Well . . . the sky is the sky."

        *pause*  

        "That's because it's sky-shaped."

Your eager mind, catching at facts,

tenderly arranging, repeating our world,

offering bouquets for my approval,

I like the way it works.

That's because it's child-shaped.

Andrine de la Rocha

posted 10/22/2011