Around Me The Trees Stir In Their

I Believe In Kindness. Also In Mischief.

Though I Play At The Edges Of Knowing, Truly I Know Our Part Is Not Knowing, But Looking, And Touching, And Loving

I Got Saved By Poetry. And I Got Saved By The Beauty Of The World.

And That Is Just The Point... How The World, Moist And Beautiful, Calls To Each Of Us To Make A New And Serious Response. That's The Big Question, The One The World Throws At You Every Morning. "here You Are, Alive. Would You Like To Make A Comment?

You Never Know / What Opportunity / Is Going To Travel To You, / Or Through You.