And the most recent of my poems, it's called "At Risk."
"I played at words.
It was a long season, soft syllables,
images that shimmered, intricate etymologies,
they cohered in wonder.
I was enchanted.
My soul was at risk.
I struggle towards hurt, towards healing, towards passion,
towards peace.
I wheeled in the shadow of a hawk.
Dizziness came upon me.
The turns of time confined and confounded me.
I lay in a cave on a floor cured in blood.
Ancient animals danced about me, presenting themselves formally
in masks.
There was I among ancient animals
in the formality of the dance, remembering my face
in the mirror of masks."
Thank you.
[APPLAUSE]