Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light.
When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body's been.
Nothing is the destiny of everyone, it is our commonness made dumb.
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.
I tend to like poems that engage me - that is to say, which do not bore me.
We are reading the story of our lives As though we were in it As though we had written it.