Yesterday,

Kitty,

You know how we went to the art gallery yesterday,

and,

You quite liked it,

Well,

I was wondering

whether

Today we could go to the sculpture park…

…I know, you always say you don’t want to go,

but,

You seemed to enjoy it yesterday –

‘I hated the it yesterday.’

 

Do I really know anything?

 

Do I have any sense (at all) of what is good or bad?

 

Is it all random?

 

I can remember,

In the dark times,

In Dundee,

Visiting the gallery there,

Sitting with Dante’s Dream on the Day of the Death of Beatrice,

Perfectly content,

No anxiety,

No worry,

No angst.

 

And yesterday,

I felt something of the same,

Yet,

Added-to the awareness

Of my children’s appreciation

Or not.