Who doesn't want to heal a human body? Wrenched by a seizure of hands, out of solitude stone, do we wrap it in balm, honey As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame A sound commences in my left ear and words are soot blackening the glass And still this life parts your lids, you see all boundaries, as in love I am your jar (if cracked, I lie?) in a wood where I too have wandered. * (Source texts: Bhanu Kapil; Pablo Neruda; Carl Phillips; Gerard Manley Hopkins; Jane Kenyon; Li-young Lee; Claudia Rankine; Rainer Maria Rilke; Linda Pastan)