“As a child, I was abandonedin a storymade of trees.Here’s the smallgaspof this clearingcome “upon” “again”

“I know you by your willingness.”

“I existed finally as the idea of temporal extension.”

“But here I hold your dream in my poem.”

“When I dreamed about flying,it was as a skillI needed to regain. ”

“A sense of mission lostin ink'sjagged outcrops.I was trying to tell myselfwhat I must have knownbeforein a formI wouldn't recognize at first.”

“Ends Meet1Could betime is practice,balance,the actionexecuted in the mindbefore and after.Where does mind end?2We mark a breakwith what has come before,come through the door,down the hatch.Not a clean breakexactly.3Our life was rehearsal,Mother almost saidso that we believedwe would escort herto the futurewhere she could be happy.”