When Steve McCown finally gathered together the pages for this book he was probably a bit surprised to realize he had been a poet for the better part of his life. What possessed him all those years? A courage and curiosity to see where distant roads and nearby doorways might lead. An eye for the authentic and for what matters most. An urge to find words––the most precise, most meaningful ones. A need to structure small individual works into the framework of an unfolding life story. Many of the revelations he provides in these poems are now mine.
—Emilio DeGrazia, Emeritus Professor of English, Winona State University
In the middle of Steve McCown’s luminous book of poetry, there’s a hurricane. After the storm, the poet’s eye catches a bright yellow hummingbird feeder still unbroken amid the wreckage: “Its bright inner life, in the gloom,/was still visible, alluring./ We—displaced from our home,/adrift on the streets—hovered near.” This graceful book performs a kind of poetic salvage operation, rescuing small moments of beauty and meaning from the wreckage of life and the rising flood of time.
Rob Hardy, Poet Laureate of Northfield, Minnesota