Sunday

Literary Aside


A puddle is a transient body of water, a here-today-gone-tomorrow hold of water often enjoyed by small children and small birds.  Splashers both.  A small wren sits by the one I'm watching this morning.  Small?  What does the wren know of small?  Wren is wren is perfect to wren.  Large enough, small enough.  Enough.  Thinking of Gertrude Stein in all this thisness I think I'll call this wren Alice. And maybe Ms Toklais will let Ms Stein know her rose is a rose is a rose still much loved here in this 21st century.