remembering

“O you,
still a child, and slow to grow.
Still talking to God and thinking the snow
is the sound of God listening,
and winter is the high-ceilinged house
where God measures with one eye
an ocean wave in octaves and minutes
and counts on many fingers
all the ways a child learns to say Me.”
-Li-Young Lee, “Hymn to Childhood”

My books are stacked in boxes, but the best stay close in my mind.