Have you ever felt so busy that**you hardly hear the ocean? Like you are mainlypostpone?That your life isjust DoingMyLaundry?
That you are *a placethat nobody no longer visits?*Then read these poems and feel this restorative call: Come on, come on, the grand parade is passing right outside your door.
Theitalicizedare just some of the lines from this book of poetry that awaken us to our awesome privilege ofbeing alive*,*unlike almost everything else in the universe, as we are
lit up for such a short time.
Unfortunately, we may only have these realizations at a funeral, or when we stand on the beach alone at night looking at the stars.But with this book magically come these precious birds into our hands, these poems: intimate creations, smoldering, precious awakenings.
We can feel a compass in these formed words***,*** Howard Seeman's poetry.
Simply keep this wonderful book of poetry near you when you cannot get to the ocean.