Love is the white light of emotion.

Nature is more like a seesaw than a crystal, a never-ending conga line of bold moves and corrections.

So often loneliness comes from being out of touch with parts of oneself. We go searching for those parts in other people, but there's a difference between feeling separate from others and separate from oneself.

Which is crueler, an old man's lost memories of a life lived, or a young man's lost memories of the life he meant to live?

Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret. You are looking into a predator's eyes. Most predators have eyes set right on the front of their heads, so they can use binocular vision to sight and track their prey.

Nature neither gives nor expects mercy.

Poetry is an act of distillation. It takes contingency samples, is selective. It telescopes time. It focuses what most often floods past us in a polite blur.