From the Book - First edition.
The first time I had sex.
The rock cliff at Point Judith.
Out of the nest of Autumn.
Feeding birds under the birch.
Rising sun, chimney smoke.
Near death, my mother spoke of my father, rowing.
Mother, without thinking.
My hands again in the soil.
When I was young, did I mind being nothing?
In the country of your body.
Patterns from the stretched out years.
