rustles in the straw

to me, poetry is memory, the remembered feeling of experiences. Successful poetry is a snapshot of a moment--an emotional photograph wherein that intangible nugget of memory survives. I think I'll be writing some poetry once in a while to better remember this time in our life. Ber is just growing up too fast for memory unaided.

Berret seems very independent--he gets upset when he can't do something on his own. today he was "swimming" on the carpet floor like a madman, trying (unsuccessfully) to get somewhere. He is getting the hang of feeding himself, however, so when I give him a bottle he loves to practice.

Pat is waiting for me to watch "Das Experiment"--a German psychological drama. Berret is sleeping sound. Good night :)