And I do not want anymore to be useful, to be docile, to lead / children out of the fields into the text / of civility, to teach them that they are (they are not) better than the grass.

I worked privately, and sometimes I feel that might be better for poets than the kind of social workshop gathering. My school was the great poets: I read, and I read, and I read.

Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.

I climb, I backtrack. I float. I ramble my way home.

The three ingredients of poetry: the mystery of the universe, spiritual curiosity, the energy of language.

Do you cherish your humble and silky life?

Look, hasn't my body already felt like the body of a flower?