“I was the solitary plovera pencil for a wing-boneFrom the secret notesI must tiltupon the pressureexecute and adjust In us sea-air rhythm"We live by the urgent waveof the verse”

“I rose from marsh mudalgae, equisetum, willows,sweet green, noisybirds and frogs.”

“Can knowledge be conveyed that isn't felt?But if transport's the problem -they tell me get a job and earn yourselfan automobile-I'd rather collect my partsas I go: chair, desk, houseand crankshaft Shakespeare.Generator boy, Paul, love is carriedif it's held.”

“What would they say if they knewI sit for two monthson six lines of poetry?”

“Eternal Father, faithful friend, Be quick to answer those we send In brotherhood and urgent trust, On hidden missions dangerous, O hear us when we cry to Thee, For SEALs in air, on land, and sea.”

“You think it is so different because you live here in this time, in this place, because I'm from the far side of the sea. But we are attached by the water between us. It is the same tide and moon, the same sea, love, fear, losing, and death. Love does not change with time. The love that fills us and empties us, that clips our wings so thatwe must decide whether to learn to fly after that. To love or to fear.”

“Can words sprout wings? Can they glide like butterflies through the air? Can they captivate us, carry us off into another world? Can they open the last secret chambers of our souls?”