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164 pages, Hardcover
First published February 26, 2008

There Was No Wind
I don't know why I would tell
an outright lie
to someone I never saw before
but when she asked
Did you close this door?
in an accusing tone
I said No, the wind closed it
She gave me an odd look
pushed the door wide open
and left it that way
I felt strange the rest of the day
walking around
with a stone on my tongue
The Crickets Welcome Me to Japan
All night they strum
their tuneless tunes
cousins of the crickets I heard
long ago in the corners of my room
I know the stories
to carry them out, not to crush them
and the small cages they are kept in
for good luck
but tonight I understand them
for the first time
after all my flying over water
the long tipped hours, the stretched-out light
they’re saying, Slow down
slow down
We told you this long ago but
but you forgot.
Running Egret
We want our nature to have a face.
An eye we can look into,
not like ours – clearer. Strong body
moving swiftly over land, belonging to no one.
Nonpartisan egret,
beyond everything that burden us,
unexpected, unpredictable,
sheer motion – flash of white –
creatures with a silence
wider than our own.
There are days we wake and need an egret.