 I'm trying to wrap my mind around creation and look at my babies for insight not babies anymore making worlds with their words their words with a logos like ferocity and will saying for Tom is the train puff puff puff and my mind turns to temporality and fragility water sliding off my skin as I do dishes looking out the window at the droplets of sun on this winter's day but no snow covers the ground the dirt and dust are ever present with us to remind me we will someday disappear with a puff and I remember my creativeness my creatureliness my creator