It is foolish
to let a young redwood
grow next to a house.
Even in this
you will have to choose
That great calm being,
This clutter of soup pots and books —
Already the first branch tips brush against the window.
Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.
from Given Sugar, Given Salt (2002)
Many Roofed Building in Moonlight
I found myself
a many-roofed building in moonlight.
me as simply as moths might.
Feelings traversed me as fish.
I heard myself thinking,
It isn’t the piano, it isn’t the ears.
Then heard, too soon, the ordinary furnace,
the usual footsteps above me.
Washed my face again with hot water,
as I did when I was a child.
in American Poet (Spring 2012)