Sep 2019
HERE I BE!
South of the buzzing
of a hairy bumble bee
North of the big dog’s bark
West of the breeze
tickling cherry blossom trees
East of the sunlight
stealing over the fields
that’s where
you will
find me.
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I ESSERE QUI!
Sud del ronzio
di un peloso bombò
A nord del grande cane abbaia
A ovest della brezza
il solletico alberi di ciliegio in fiore
Est della luce del sole
rubare i campi
ecco dove
troverete me.
South of the buzzing
of a hairy bumble bee
North of the big dog’s bark
West of the breeze
tickling cherry blossom trees
East of the sunlight
stealing over the fields
that’s where
you will
find me.
*
I ESSERE QUI!
Sud del ronzio
di un peloso bombò
A nord del grande cane abbaia
A ovest della brezza
il solletico alberi di ciliegio in fiore
Est della luce del sole
rubare i campi
ecco dove
troverete me.
My little girl's sense of where she was...as if it were written in the sky and the world was simply there to do her bidding. She used her own personal co-ordinates to bring in a thought to land.
"Where were you Tilly?" I asked innocently. "I was by the big cloud pretending to be a tiger beside the worm...look!" And with that she produced the worm she had been hiding behind her back. So she had gone to the bottom of the garden...hopefully not to eat 'em.
So I thought I also would get my bearings the three year old Tilly way! I was singing Ariel's "Where the bee ***** there **** I..." so I guess this got cross-pollinated with where and who I was. It takes a little girl to teach one how to live in the world in the rightest of ways.
My little girl's sense of where she was...as if it were written in the sky and the world was simply there to do her bidding. She used her own personal co-ordinates to bring in a thought to land.
"Where were you Tilly?" I asked innocently. "I was by the big cloud pretending to be a tiger beside the worm...look!" And with that she produced the worm she had been hiding behind her back. So she had gone to the bottom of the garden...hopefully not to eat 'em.
So I thought I also would get my bearings the three year old Tilly way! I was singing Ariel's "Where the bee ***** there **** I..." so I guess this got cross-pollinated with where and who I was. It takes a little girl to teach one how to live in the world in the rightest of ways.
My little girl's sense of where she was...as if it were written in the sky and the world was simply there to do her bidding. She used her own personal co-ordinates to bring in a thought to land.
