The poems in this short series are written in the manner of Edward Lear's nonsense poetry. Children easily accept their imagery and music. These poems invite the young at heart to wander, freed from the tiresome limits of ordinary understanding. These poems sometimes take the part of reason when reason laughs at itself. Sometimes a poem sides with feeling. These two postures are not irreconcilably opposed. They meet amicably in the quiet heart, the gateway to the pure land. It is the one without a second which always was and will be, within and among us. Let us call it The Mifflinger Sea.
