The poet dreams of the classroom I dreamed I stood up in class And I said aloud: Teacher, Why is algebra important? Sit down, he said. Then I dreamed I stood up And I said: Teacher, I’m weary of the turkeys That we have to draw every fall. May I draw a fox instead? Sit down, he said. Then I dreamed I stood up once more and said: Teacher, My heart is falling asleep And it wants to wake up. It needs to be outside. Sit down, he said.

It's morning, and again I am that lucky person who is in it.

When will you have a little pity for every soft thing that walks through the world, yourself included.

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.

Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate)

I know many lives worth living.

Attention without feeling is only a report.