Hold a hazelnut up to your eyes
as a lens for seeing through,
then wake to a katydid and say its name.
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch…
Making Sense of the Age of Carnage
Forget all the nonsense
about eyes opened or closed
or brain waves
I can’t imagine how boring I’d be now
if I’d always been the best person
I could be instead of operating
at fifty percent of my capacity
or sometimes even less.