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I never knew that the song of the first summer cicadas could ease my hips

He said he had come back to the prison because it was home.

They taught us do not touch it, but who can keep from touching it?

…when you walk to the edge of the Mekong and make a wish…

Art touches the soul and moves life in ways that commerce cannot. E. L. Doctorow noted that writers seem to get business ideas almost right.

You walk and the world bends toward you like leaves waiting for rain.

We’ve seen the news. We know the story. How even our bodies hurt us.

Lost land, this is a song for the scars on your back, for your blistered feet.

Refuge, Your church is often a house. Your Word is a house.

On your Desk—Oak Penshaft—Necklaced with Pearl—Iron Nib—

In carved hearts—the artery, link that links but won’t spell it out.

In the morning light, I could hear Bashō hard at work.

I should never have the notebook and the pencil in the right pockets.

For sixty or maybe seventy years this sidewalk has been lying here.

In every pair, one shoe smells of exodus, the other of the body’s sweat.

One door teaches to read for meaning and pleasure. Another shuts.

His fingers traveling through these notes can assuage, I think, all pain.

Since I was little I was always wondering, What makes people tick?

The highway hot with possibility, a new herd expected every five miles.

I tried mightily, but no longer could I ladle those ancient words into the air.

The first time we love, how tight we hang on to keep from drowning.

Tears sometimes come in a bottle. Open and apply several times daily.

Later, in a sudden about-face, she gives herself to him entirely.

The five notes, slowly, over & over, and with some light intent.

There was a glint of cold red light out there, on the other shore of the lake.

I grew accustomed to seeing the sun rise and set from the school.

This body is all I have, I say. Some days it is still not enough.

This must be what it’s like to be seen by God as we inch toward the infinite.

I know you want your mother’s dial tone like you want a KFC box.