Dizzy Rice, Papa!
That's how…
My Isabel...
(Age 3)
Described…
A container of..
Minute rice…
As she witnessed
It rotating…
Warming up…
In the microwave
And…
Like a wire...
Strung across a...
Road that...
Dead arms
You.
I ceased
All movement
My mouth…
Falling open…
Goosebumps sliding
Along the back of
My neck...
Speechless…
Yes…
Of course…
Isabel…
Dizzy Rice!
Her fresh
Eyes…
Experiencing…
The
World…
In such a
Striking
Way.
Marcel Proust…
Was right…
"The real voyage
Of discovery consists,
Not in seeking new
Landscapes, but in
Having
New
Eyes."Dizzy Rice