"There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he looked upon and received with wonder or pity of love or dread, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day....or for many years or stretching cycles of years." Gently teased from my 1860 Thayer & Eldridge edition--mystically encased in green and gold--living and speaking things of life and wonder and sadness and laughter. Laugh with me sister, for our time is short--bring your finest and I shall bring mine. But you have created a disruption in the weft of my daily fabric. Now I am left to ponder again just what Walt is doing with his left hand in this evocative print; https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/1c/Walt_Whitman,_steel_engraving,_July_1854.jpg Shades of Capote and Halma, vignettes of other voices, in other rooms. TILT. The silver orb careens to its beginnings--only to rocket forward once again. This is all too much. I am compelled to forgo meaningful work this morning to take up Mr. Master's plaintive cast (1916 Macmillan Second Edition); wandering the vignetted panels of his Spoon River and the childhood banks of my own time on Spoon River. Where are Ella, Kate, Mag, Lizzie and Edith? On the hill, where I go to commune with them now... P.S. Don't get too large, that's bad for your health and you will not be able to fit into a vignette.