This is the bright home
In which I live,
This is where
I ask
My friends
To come,
This is where I want to love all the things
It has taken me so long
To learn to love.
I think, to a poet, the human community is like the
community of birds to a bird, singing to each other.
Love is one of the reasons we are singing to one another,
love of language itself, love of sound, love of singing
itself, and love of the other birds.
