“Poetry, because it enacts the mutability of both language and perception, can reflect the constant mutability of our world. In the underground verbal webwork made by the roots of words…

This curious empathy leads to an emotion of form, but not without awkward pauses and stumbles, a slapstick which all the while suggests a particularity of duration, occasionally melody.

I’m thinking about sentences, I’m thinking about the prose poem, I’m thinking about friends and social concerns and civil rights and the ecological precipice; our small children go rushing past.