Early the next morning, she composed and recited to me:
It's so beautiful here
If only insane, I could be a whip-poor-will.
I had to ask twice if she was actually saying, "insane." She confirmed that yes, indeed, she was.
"As in, 'crazy'?" I asked.
"Yes, Mommy. Insane."
Okay. Just checking.
Such a sane poem, don't you think?