There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road.

And a thimble's worth of milky moon Can touch hearts larger than a thimble.

It broke my heart when I learned the moon had been passing the sun’s light off as its own.

And all that we built, and all that we breathed And all that we spilled or pulled up like weeds Is piled up in back and it burns irrevocably And we spoke up in turns 'til the silence crept over me.

In high school, we studied a lot of poetical forms. I was really interested in the math that was involved and the strange live break ups. That gave me a great amount of respect for a rhymed stanza.

If I ever met Dolly Parton for sure, I would just not be able to say anything. I love her.

We are blessed and sustained by what is not said