Reader, Reader, what do you see?
I see a Writer looking at me.
Writer, Writer, what do you see?
I see a Reader looking at me.
With gratitude (and a wink) to Bill Martin, Jr. and Eric Carle for creating the picture book Brown Bear, Brown Bear
In my memory, it is summer and there is still light in the sky and my child is small enough to curl into that soft safe space that is my bent arm and lap. And I am rocking in that old white-wicker chair, with the milky breath of my child warm on my skin, talking low:
Blue Horse, Blue Horse, what do you see?
I see a Purple Cat looking at me.
Purple Cat, Purple Cat, what do you see?
I see White Dog looking at me.
White Dog, White Dog, what do you see . . .
How wonderful it is that a story can exist inside us, while holding us, at the same time.