new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Sweet! As you so often do—two contrary motions that touch in the poet's perception, but elude each other out in the world....
A remarkable telescopic compression of the process of learning to map the world... and of the errors inevitably built into that process.(I don't think we really "learn" by mistakes, save in learning to repeat them more or less automatically later on, without the original sense of play and discovery or the pleasure of all that...)
Thanks, you two. It helps to have a granddaughter who can help her grandad "learn" from her "mistakes".