Respiration, breath, touch, breeze, influx, infusion, nearness, the closeness of words-these, and much more, form poet Yoko Danno's native language. What you hear is right here beside you, where you are watching and catching waves to shores both strange and familiar, floating in waters on a current of togetherness, buoyant and shared in an atmosphere overflowing with beginnings, with words that, heated by imagination's mirrors, spread and flourish into shapes of desire. --Alan Botsford, Poet and Editor of Poetry Kanto