These poems are not about what they claim to be.

They are not about salmon, or gardens, or walking palms.

Not about affairs, or boundaries, or miracles.

Each title misleads, or rather, invites:

to look again, to read between the lines,

to step beyond what is named

into what is truly being spoken.

This is a book for lovers of poetry,

and for those who never imagined they might be.

Its clarity welcomes. Its layers linger.

It speaks to the quiet unfolding of what it means

to be human, with tenderness, with truth.