Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry.
Insofar as poetry has a social function it is to awaken sleepers by other means than shock.
Writing poetry is a process of discovery...you can smell the poem before you see it....Like some animal.
In certain ways writing is a form of prayer.
We must breathe time as fishes breathe water.
In the dark I rest, unready for the light which dawns day after day, eager to be shared. Black silk, shelter me. I need more of the night before I open eyes and heart to illumination. I must still grow in the dark like a root not ready, not ready at all.