My First Two Books Are Out Of

I Held My Breath As We Do Sometimes To Stop Time When Something Wonderful Has Touched Us.

And It Can Keep You As Busy As Anything Else, And Happier.

Walks Work For Me. I Enter Some Arena That Is Neither Conscious Or Unconscious.

I've Always Wanted To Write Poems And Nothing Else.

Sometimes I Spend All Day Trying To Count The Leaves On A Single Tree... Of Course I Have To Give Up, But By Then I'm Half Crazy With The Wonder Of It--the Abundance Of The Leaves, The Quietness Of The Branches, The Hopelessness Of My Effort. And I Am In That Delicious And Important Place, Roaring With Laughter, Full Of Earth-praise.