As Travel Pushes Me Forward,

I Find That Other Countries Have This Or This, But Italy Is The Only One That Has It All For Me. The Culture, The Cuisine, The People, The Landscape, The History. Just Everything To Me Comes Together There.

The House Protects The Dreamer; The Houses That Are Important To Us Are The Ones That Allow Us To Dream In Peace. Guests We've Had Stop In For A Night Or Two All Come Down The First Morning, Ready To Tell Their Dreams.

Poems Give You The Lives Of Others And Then Circle In On Your Own Inner World.

Sometimes The Valley Below Is Like A Bowl Filled Up With Fog. I Can See Hard Green Figs On Two Trees And Pears On A Tree Just Below Me. A Fine Crop Coming In. May Summer Last A Hundred Years.

There Is No Technique, There Is Just The Way To Do It. Now, Are We Going To Measure Or Are We Going To Cook?