Within the silence, expansion, and sustained day by day concentration, I grow permeable.

I think, though, that perspective-awareness may follow from a kind of speaking that also came into my work more recently - the "assay" poems (some labeled that, some not) that engage an abstraction or object from multiple angles.

The nourishment of Cezanne's awkward apples is in the tenderness and alertness they awaken inside us.

I'd say that the middle stanza is closer: that's the place where the poem ranges unexpectedly into a different realm.

A studio, like a poem, is an intimacy and a freedom you can look out from, into each part of your life and a little beyond.

A poem's essential discovery can happen at a single sitting. The cascade of discoveries in an essay, or even finding a question worth exploring in one, seems to need roughly the time it takes to plant and harvest a crop of bush beans.

Within the silence, expansion, and sustained day by day concentration, I grow permeable.