Here is Jane's poem of this morning. I was working with questions we want to ask those who read "Breast Stroke." We are trying to get as much done as we can on promotion of the book before I go to Hong Kong tomorrow, so I am in a bit of scurrying mode, calmly, though, of course, always calm. It is important to stretch time on the wings of calm, and sometimes I spread those wings on a bit of a rush, unlike the egrets who steadily stalk the marsh.
Jane writes from her experience while she was in New Mexico.
Jane:
Wide awake at midnight
I find a single star
spilled from the sail of sky
It hangs beside the pinon tree.
When at last sleep comes
the star beyond
my window’s frame.
- Jane Flint
