Vows to the Mystery

Think back to the very beginning of something you were excited about. Maybe you’d just gotten a great new job, or started dating someone you were really interested in. Or maybe it was a new…

The Space Between Us

This is the poem I wrote for my wedding. I spent months on it. And on Saturday I finally got to see it do its work in the world when we used it to open…

The First Promise

This is a poem of permission. A lot of people wish they could push pause for a little while, but they’re afraid to show any uncertainty about the life they’ve constructed for themselves. They’re afraid…

Permission to Lose Interest

Looking up through the windshield atdark wings and a white headcrossing high above I-5. “Just a seagull,” I hear myself say—permission to lose interest, permission to close downthe aqueducts of wonder. How quickly I abandon…

When That Fire

The destroying fireis coming into the leaves again— oranges and deep reds gathering around the edges, preparing to consume whole trees, turn forests into boneyards. I remember when that fire came for me.

Nobody Knew

Nobody knewthe cherry treeswould bloom today.How quietly they must havewhispered together,huddled in thedeepest ends of their roots,as winter’s death creptdown their branches.But slowly— as slowly as Earthtilts her headback toward the Sun—a chorus grew, some…

It’s in Everything

It’s in everything, this dancingof something that’s more than just life.Look at the trees near the shore,how they shimmy and wave over the bright face of the Salish Sea. Meanwhile the waters rush in—mad for…

The Volvo XC90 Sport Utility Vehicle

Who is the man who buys himself The Volvo XC90 sport utility vehicle Fire truck red And keeps it spotless against the desert winter On his way back to New Mexico from snow-white Flagstaff, Arizona?…

You Take It With You

Remember that you take it with you All of it Even the fuzzy and forgotten parts It’s all there in the way you breathe now In the questions you never would have thought to ask…

A White Bird

A bird banks against the wind Of an oncoming storm The tops of its wings so white against Charcoal clouds That my camera finds no data there A blank spot in the storm A soaring…