We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole.

Each moment is a place you've never been.

We’re only here for a short while. And I think it’s such a lucky accident, having been born, that we’re almost obliged to pay attention.

I would say that American poetry has always been a poetry of personal testimony.

In a field I am the absence of field.That is always the case. Wherever I am, I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the space where my body has been. We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole.

These wrinkles are nothing These gray hairs are nothing, This stomach which sags with old food, these bruised and swollen ankles, my darkening brain, they are nothing. I am the same boy my mother used to kiss.

To open the dictionary of the Beyond and discover what one suspected, that the only word in it is nothing.