October 24, 2011

September 24, 2011

September 7, 2011

September 7, 2011

I am an instrument of reason
Untouched by human hands
Dark to hallucination
Impartial to fortune

Prone to lie down
As dogs lie down
Before the majesty
Of ice cream

Transparent to children
Opaque to wisdom
Immune to suggestion
Impenetrable to faith

Like you and not like you
Half here and half aware
The difference between
Why and Wyoming

March 24, 2011

Managing the obligations of family life, I have never felt more clearly the connection between my love for my children and my love for my parents. I watch as they each grow older and the spectre of boundless potential and inevitable loss is often overwhelming. The feeling is amplified by the recursive set of relations - parent to child, child to grand parent, parent to parent, etc. It is impossible to look in one direction and see merely one thing. I see my parents in myself, myself in my children, my children in my parents. We are all at once the same age, facing the same challenges, and offering our best answers.