And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.
And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like “Poo-tee-weet?”
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.
And Lot’s wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human.