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

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.

Because sometimes I live in a hurricane of words and not one of them can save me.

you will never catch up. Walk around feeling like a leaf know you could tumble at any second. Then decide what to do with your time. --The Art of Disappearing

This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

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.

A boy told me if he roller-skated fast enough his loneliness couldn't catch up to him, the best reason I ever heard for trying to be a champion. What I wonder tonight pedaling hard down King William Street is if it translates to bicycles. A victory! To leave your loneliness panting behind you on some street corner while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas, pink petals that have never felt loneliness, no matter how slowly they fell.