Exchange
We learned together,
When I felt I should have had these beads of crystalline knowledge ready for you.
How the frost left the treasure box of the meadow and yard, exchanged
as water vapour with the January blue.
Why static electricity works
your hair into its own frenzy.
I should have known how the balloon’s electrons were exchanged
with the paper and the can and vice versa,
That there was no boundary between you growing
at the kitchen table
and me
in the suspended dew.
Good Lord. You write such beautiful pictures.
Aw...daughters... I have five, grown now and producing sons. Still learning with them/from them.
A beautiful vignette that brought back beautiful memories, thank you!