Ode to the Heart Smaller than a Pencil Eraser

I Write Letters To Some Other Sea

[57] I WRITE LET TERS TO SOME OTHER SEA: to the hornbill sending its call along the bluffs, to the wide-eyed tarsier clinging to the end of its branch—There, too, the moon is round as a paper lantern, the waters dark blue and seeded with dreams. ...