We go into the dark and the dark opens.
Boats tipped with light and the moon on the water.
There is no difference between the tree and the shadow of the tree.
There is no space between light and the wave coming shoreward.
No break between the voice and the word.
There is no difference between your breath and your dear life.
There is no end of you.
"Candlewood" is the first poem of my collection, The Dark Opens, which received the Autumn House Poetry Prize.
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