"Inventions"
"My hands are empty, no flowers for balance.
In close attendance, the visible ready to fill all the space
between my one gesture and the next, if I let it.
A mother in her grave who at first seemed to become a lens,
is actually all the invisibility that air could never show me.
But air is generous around a grave,
so that grass can stretch out.
I hadn't noticed before how much the grasses hold in place,
and how much there is to keep balanced."
Thank you.
[APPLAUSE]