God Gave Me A Talent To Draw.

Like Any Child, I Slid Into Myself Perfectly Fitted, As A Diver Meets Her Reflection In A Pool. Her Fingertips Enter The Fingertips On The Water, Her Wrists Slide Up Her Arms. The Diver Wraps Herself In Her Reflection Wholly, Sealing It At The Toes, And Wears It As She Climbs Rising From The Pool, And Ever After.

Are You Living Just A Little And Calling That Life?

A Schedule Defends From Chaos And Whim. A Net For Catching Days.

Books Swept Me Away, This Way And That, One After The Other; I Made Endless Vows According To Their Lights For I Believed Them.

I Think The Dying Pray At The Last Not "please," But "thank You," As A Guest Thanks His Host At The Door.