Obscure beginnings and esoteric endings, familiar continuities and sudden interruptions, rational eccentricities and subliminal symmetries, the thread of our thoughts weaves a filigree of dreams and intuition. How like the behavior of a flock of finches: eager, opportunistic, easily spooked, bold, fragile, persistent, ephemeral. Poetry thrives in the least of living things just as Ryder and Fabritius and Francis of Assisi told us it always would.