Into the gravity of my life, the serious ceremonies of polish and paper and pen, has come this manic animal

When I taught you at eight to ride a bicycle, loping along beside you as you wobbled away

Some say it was a pear Eve ate. Why else the shape of the womb,

I remember what my father told me: There is an age when you are most… He was just past fifty then, Was it something about the trees t… There is an age when you are most…

The gathering family throws shadows around us, it is the late afternoon Of the family. There is still enough light

1. THE SACRIFICE On this tile the knife like a sickle-moon hangs in the painted air

Perhaps the purpose of leaves is t… the verticality of trees which we… as if for the first time: row afte… yearning upwards. And since we wil… ourselves for so long, let us now…

When our cars touched When you lifted the hood of mine To see the intimate workings under… When we were bound together By a pulse of pure energy,

I want to write you a love poem as headlong as our creek after thaw when we stand

We invent our gods the way the Greeks did, in our own image’€”but magnified. Athena, the very mother of wisdom, squabbled with Poseidon

What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book

After Adam Zagajewski I am child to no one, mother to a… wife for the long haul. On fall days I am happy with my dying brethren, the leaves…

I am only leaving you for a handful of days but it feels as thought i will be gone forever the way the door closes

The door of winter is frozen shut, and like the bodies of long extinct animals, cars lie abandoned wherever