was how horses simply give birth to otherhorses. Not a baby by any means, nota creature of liminal spaces, but a four-leggedbeast hellbent on walking, scrambling afterthe mother.From Ada Limon,"What I Didn't Know Before" Love as something we know...

Yesterday in the assembly I saw my/ soul inside the jar of the one who// pours. "Don't forget your job," I/ said. He came with his lighted// face, kissed the full glass, and as/ he handed it to me, it became a// red-gold oven taking me in, a ruby/ mi...

If we were not so single-mindedabout keeping our lives moving,and for once could do nothing,perhaps a huge silencemight interrupt this sadnessof never understanding ourselvesand of threatening ourselves withdeath. From "Keeping Quiet" by Pablo Neruda...

Song for AutumnMary Oliver Don’t you imagine the leaves dream nowhow comfortable it will be to touchthe earth instead of thenothingness of the air and the endlessfreshets of wind? And don’t you thinkthe trees, especially those withmossy hollow...