A poem is a cup of words open to the sky and wind in a bucket.

Mystery: Everything felt better before you got there than when you actually got there. When you actually got there, you didn't quite have the energy to be there.

Poetry calls us to pause. There is so much we overlook, while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own.

Being good felt like a heavy coat, so I took it off.

I'm writing mostly to thank you for living you eighty years and to tell you I love you and think of you often.

our limbs which had already traveled far beyond her world, carrying the click of distances in the smooth, untroubled soles of their shoes.

I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous, or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular, but because it never forgot what it could do.