I am home to my own porch, trees, and garden. The car is still full of all the materials I took to teach a weekend workshop. I loved being in another garden and studio, with its own particular views, fences, light, and potential. Then it is always good to be home to rub my dog’s ears, to share dinner with Warren, and shoo a few deer away from the hydrangea at the corner of the garden.
I like to think that it is the poet’s
love of particulars,
the things of this world,
that lead to universals.
—Stanley Kunitz, in Conversations with Stanley Kunitz, edited by Kent Ljungquist, University Press of Mississippi, 2013, page 95