People want poetry. They need poetry. They get it. They don't want fancy work.
There is only one question: / how to love this world.
it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.
Attention is the beginning of devotion.
...whoever you are, not matter how lonely the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh & exciting - over & over announcing your place in the family of things.
But how did you come burning down like a wild needle, knowing just where my heart was?