i like to see it lap the miles
i like to see it lap the miles -
and lick the valleys up -
and stop to feed itself at tanks -
and then - prodigious step
around a pile of mountains -
and supercilious peer
in shanties - by the sides of roads -
and then a quarry pare
to fit its ribs
and crawl between
complaining all the while
in horrid - hooting stanza -
then chase itself down hill -
and neigh like boanerges -
then - punctual as a star
stop - docile and omnipotent
at its own stable door.
emily dickinson, c. 1862
chanda picked the poem and greg made the omelettes for breakfast this morning.
after working on her coursera logic class, and reviewing her italian,
chanda and i went looking for a bathing suit and sneakers for her before
getting to the studio for a dance rehearsal.
coming home we passed a grove of forsythia along houston street at the i. m. pei apartment buildings.
before leaving the house this afternoon, i had prepared a cauliflower casserole that
eva had shared with me. greg put it in the oven so it was ready when we came home. thanks so much eva, it was delicious.