These days that voice is conical,
Instructive, comforting as a mother
Clutching an infant at bedtime.
You can see so much when you are just so,
Yea high, safe in the crib of knowledge,
Sizing up planets between thumb
And forefinger, seizing dimension,
Making sense. She explains
And exposes nothing really new.
You know it is how you say “I do.
I do, I like…”