I believe in kindness. Also in mischief.
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began.
And it can keep you as busy as anything else, and happier.
I climb, I backtrack. I float. I ramble my way home.
Why should I not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside, looking into the shining world?
Almost anything is too much. I am trying in my poems to have the reader be the experiencer. I do not want to be there. It is not even a walk we take together.