I Teach My Sighs To Lengthen Into

To Follow The Drops Sliding From A Lifting Oar, Head Up, While The Rower Breathes, And The Small Boat Drifts Quietly Shoreward.

What Is Madness But Nobility Of Soul At Odds With Circumstance?

Deep In Their Roots, All Flowers Keep The Light.

The Visible Exhausts Me. I Am Dissolved In Shadow.

What Is Desire?-- The Impulse To Make Someone Else Complete? That Woman Would Set Sodden Straw On Fire.