It's Like Asking Who The Ocean Is

This is a book of questions. Questions as big and sometimes as overwhelming as the ocean. I-and I believe every poet-writes because of the ocean of questions, some risen to consciousness, some not; pushing us, threatening us to express the questions, find answers if we can or will, or overwhelm us and our selves. Although this is not a book about the ocean, blue and green, silver and froth, water images abound. Swollen with life, the ocean's water breaks, and as is the case with any artist, I am born. Ultimately, the questions in these pages are beyond any one posing, any one resolution. Rather, we ride the wave's edge and are reborn not once, but a hundred, nay, thousands of times across land and sea across the ages. In my heart, I pray a simple prayer for all of us balancing on that water's edge, surviving the voracity of the creative act: Shalom