Soulclaphands

One of my favorite poems from this collection is "Praise Them."The birds don't alter space.They reveal it . . . another favorite is "Pillow." There's nothing I can't find under there.Voices in the trees, the missing pagesof the sea.Everything but sleep.*Other excerpts I like:I draw a windowand a man sitting inside it.I draw a bird in flight above the lintel.That's my picture of thinking. "A Table in the Wilderness" Is it because the hour is late/the dove sounds new "Hurry Toward Beginning" It's a little like returning to the villagewhere you were born, the sad bewildermentof discrepancies betweenwhat you remember and what's there. "Discrepancies, Happy and Sad"The moon from any window is one partwhoever's looking. "The Moon from any Window"