"A Perfect Day for Semaphore turns like the earth, dark one moment, light the next. These poems break the crust of soil and blossom, strangely ordinary, and reveal what resides in the subconscious. There is the joy of becoming lovers, having children, and becoming family. Yet while we sleep, the subconscious sends out its slippery vines of doubt and dread. The poems instruct the reader to reject the colorful birds, the dun-colored sparrows that stay constant are the ones to count on and to nourish. Just when a relationship seems doomed, accepted, sleep arrives, and in sleep, the lovers’ bodies gravitate to the embrace, saying how foolish we are to think what we know is the one true answer. Day seems to say the gods of myth gave us stories, but failed to allow us access to all that wisdom, and yet, each of these poems is in itself, a key."