From Notes from the Passenger, which was published in May by Nightboat Books.

If all experience
is mystical
the white spruce
swayed in the window
branch by branch almost to the doorstep
willow-like
near your sun-damaged eyes

And what do dirt’s
sinuous motions
have to do
with leaf’s actions

I asked the young woman
I asked the grandmother
and the entire family
crawling across the floor

And who is the young returnee who
would carry his AK-47 past the 7-11
almost to the corner and back
wanting chips sometimes candy
a contemplative on duty

This wake, sleep, this wake sleep sea
the planet
and its lost parts
lay plow to the furrow
dream a little dream
with me