This is poetry that speaks to life . . . in many of these poems, the author uses her experiences with cancer to reflect on illness, the body, the soul. The poem, "Leaving the Hospital", will stay with me, I think, especially the first lines: "As the doors slide shut behind me, the world flares back into being --I exist again, recover myself."
Some of the poems talk about her family, about places, and about paintings. The poem "Doors" sent me to my own memory, to think about the doors on homes and buildings that have been important to me. In another, I liked the imagery of peaches as "still wearing the orchard on their skin."