The Canopy

How do we move forward after enormous loss? Perhaps like the lightning-struck tree half of it shorn of leaves the other half full standing / swaying.... In these beautiful intimate poems spoken from the heart of grief the speaker urges herself not to flinch letting the knife settle where it will / blade nestled between a rib and a rib. Life and death go hand and hand here and the natural world that consoles is also a constant reminder of our own mortality. Because Clark is a terrific poet she can also make something true and moving out of cold air...with lamenting words...an invigorating heel-kicking tune. --Sharon Bryan Sharp Stars