Drink the Bitter Root Making Strange Yesterday, yes I'm sure it was just yesterday Kate saw Grampa, was squealing in his bearhug arms, ecstatic against his chest. And the day before yesterday, likewise. Today, head bowed behind fine hair that hangs straight, oriental like bamboo curtain she waits. Today when Grampa's large leathery hands reach out the space between them is an open frontier (air and hope). Kate considers the empty distances, solemn. Sure. Peeking between the strands .............. through the eloquent silence you can read those sober eyes. Kate is seeing something strange. She is making new.