I Have Risen To A Body Not

It’s All Right If You Grow Your Wings On The Way Down.

You Say To Yourself, Well, This Poem Isn't Going To Be Any Good, But I'll Write It Anyway.

Every Breath Taken In By The Man Who Loves, And The Woman Who Loves, Goes To Fill The Water Tank Where The Spirit Horses Drink.

I Felt A Longing To Compose A Radical Or Root Poem That Would Speak To What Has Its Back Turned To Me.

The Best Poems Take Long Journeys. I Like Poetry Best That Journeys--while Remaining In The Human Scale--to The Other World, Which May Be A Place As Easily Overlooked As A Bee's Wing