I hope these poems might be a gift for you. I can only hope. One of the mysteries, for me as a poet, is how poems that emerge in my morning journal, reflecting some unexpected inner explorations, may turn out to be a gift to stranger or friend. It is a process as mysterious as writing down the poems themselves. What may catch your attention? Why? What words evoke a yes for reasons I could never know, never imagine. So I send these poems off to you, like a note in a bottle, bobbing on the waves, landing eventually on a distant shoremoved by tides and windslike so much of our lives. May this collection meet you where you are in your life.