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

Zen pretty much comes down to three things -- everything changes; everything is connected; pay attention.

One recurring dream, many others have also: you go into a familiar house, discover a door or hallway, and find the house continues into hidden rooms. Sometimes a whole second house is there, a larger and unknown extension of the familiar dwelling.

One way poetry connects is across time. . . . Some echo of a writer's physical experience comes into us when we read her poem.

A poem can use anything to talk about anything.

I want to understand the piers of language and music and comprehension that can hold up a building even when what the building houses is an earthquake. This thinking must surely come into the poems I write, but more by osmosis than will.

Creativity itself is a joyous unlatching. The act of creative imagining, inventing, saying differently, crafting a metaphor or image, then crafting another metaphor or image when you go further or when you revise - all these take whatever you think "is" and make clear that other possibilities exist as well. The sense of possibility, the amplitude and freedom that sense of malleability brings - for me, that cannot help but be joyous.