Well, I want to read something, try
to approximate the trance-like feeling of composing it.
So I'll drawl this even more than usual.
And I hope you'll indulge me, because I'll speed up again
after this one.
But I just want to go dawdling along,
letting the next point occur as a result of saying
the present point.
It's called "With Kit, Age 7, at the Beach."
"We were going to the highest dune.
From there, to gaze and come down.
The ocean was performing.
We contributed our climb.
Out of the storm, those waves leapfrogged forward and came.
What should our trip mean?
Kit waited for me to decide.
Faced with that kind of world, what would you tell your child?
That was an absolute vista, the froth blew far and cold.
I knew Kit was afraid, the way she held onto my hand.
How far could you swim, daddy, in such a storm?
As far as was needed, I said.
And as I talked, I swam."