<p>In Elizabeth Spires&#39;s sixth collection of poetry the pilgrim soul in its various guises meditates on its own slow becoming finding humble companions in creatures as unlikely as a lowly snail a prehistoric coelacanth or a tiny Japanese netsuke of a badger disguised as a monk. For Spires life is both a pilgrimage and a deepening--birth death and transformation all part of a seamless continuum. Possessed of a calm crystalline sense of eternity her poems invite fellow travelers to sit for a little while and be cleansed of the dust of existence.</p>