I felt my life with both my hands/ To see if it was there - I held my spirit to the Glass,/ To prove it possibler -// I turned my Being round and round/ And paused at every pound/ To ask the Owner's name -/ For doubt, that I should know the Sound -//...

Somewhere/ a black bear/ has just risen from sleep/ and is staring/ down the mountain./ All night/ in the brisk and shallow restlessness/ of early spring/ I think of her,/ her four black fists/ flicking the gravel,/ her tongue/ like a red fire/ touch...

There are days we liveas if death were nowherein the background; from joyto joy to joy, from wing to wing,from blossom to blossom toimpossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom. From "Blossoms" by Li-Young Lee I have a secret path in the park w...

Even the prick of the thistle,   queen of the weeds, revives   your secret beliefin perpetual spring,your faith that for every hurt   there is a leaf to cure it.from "Perpetual Spring" by Amy Gerstler I...