There is a Red Boat that sees the White Mountain.
There is a White Mountain that sees the Red Boat.
There is a Small Child with a Lunch Box that sees the Red Boat that sees the White Mountain.
There is a White Mountain that sees the Red Boat that sees the Small Child with the Lunch Box.
There is a Blue Sky that sees the White Mountain that sees the Red Boat that sees the Small Child with the Lunch Box.
There is a Small Child with a Lunch Box that sees them all—-and the things in between—-even the things in the Lunch Box.
By Charles Buell
A Poem for Molly and Rohan and Michael