Grandpa, do you live in the sky?
No, but I live on a mountain
and came on a plane to see you.
Why?
All leaping thought and ruminant pool,
a three-year-old is a verbal fountain,
water clear enough to see through.
Anything can fool
the wizard in the front seat of the car.
How far will we go, Grandpa? How far?

Little one, I must re-learn
all subjects such as distances,
study the foolishness and burn
like candlelight to worry less and less
about the night.
It’s not that youth is always right
but that an aging man
is too preoccupied with plans.
I do live in the sky,
but I do not know why.