lettering of the following poem. This poem has since been published in my book, Erratic: You Know me Better than I Know Myself If charting our Milky Way is like mapping a crowded city from within its midst, then walk me to the top of this hill and let’s look at where we’ve been: there’s the lake, the Gataga, the strip of burned trees. See how the landscape loosens its limbs with each distinction – the sand bar, the marsh, the path to the creek, each part phosphorescing, like lamps turning on, street by street, inside me. I want to know you that well. Down to a grizzly hair snagged on a tree. But there’s nothing I’m sure of and the particular proves it. And that’s what we love - to be ablaze with the unknowable whole. Its mystery.
