Investigating the ice on Rockland Lake this weekend, we concluded that walking on water is the coolest. The shadows we cast illuminated the strangeness of the surface: opaquely reflective and permeable at the same time.

Lately I’ve been investigating my children’s understanding of poetry. Though my older two don’t engage with me in writing anymore (we’re close to the teen years now), I have to trust that they continue to take its general movement from my constant poetic inquiry. Luckily, I’ve documented some of their early work. Here’s a poem-in-motion video they made a few years ago: