Love Story with Birds

The artist guides our eye to the clutter of the room

and the quality of light on the apples, and we wonder. She

attunes our ear to the scratch of the pen hurrying to write

the most earnest supplications before self-consciousness

takes over. Surely the fact that I worry means something.

Surely my room of so many days holds stories worth

setting down. Consequence is an act of imagination.

Everyone wants to imagine a consequential life. (from In My Room)

A heron slips along the shoreline as if on rice...