01/18/2010

I am sitting at the kitchen table with my husband, eating breakfast. Outside of the large bay window, I spot a dead puppy in the driveway. My sadness is diverted by the sudden and rapid growth of a tree immediately outside the window. On one branch, on one stem, high up on the tree, grows a goldfish. Then the puppy springs back to life and eats the goldfish. I am overwhelmed by the sense that there is meaning to be had here, but I do not understand.