These are vivid, seriously crafted poems culled from decades of work by a writer entering her seventies. Whimsical, personal, meditative, abstract, lyrical, narrative; the accessible and the difficult; the short and the long: here is a cornucopia, echoing and linking as it spills into the reader's lap. From the author's preface: "There are many of us: we write for decades, take extreme care, produce good work--even work that is unique--and do not become 'known.' I think of us as the invisible portion of the iceberg, the large and necessary base. Without us no one would see those jagged overpowering white peaks of ice, those mind-altering and suitably famous works of poetry. Sometimes we, the invisible, thrust ourselves upward--out of the water, into bright air--for a moment. Here is my moment. It began when I turned seventy..." "This morning I was thinking about your poetry, which reminds me of extremely fine and strong filaments of tensile steel." Christina Diebold, poet and friend of the author