Rob Kovitz
Offshore, a fisherman is tapping on lake ice And calling to his son....The fisherman, lifting his nets, whispers A question to each pickerel, each pike.W. D. Valgardson, A DrowningThere is a saying of the wise man: 'When all things lay in the midst of silence then leapt there down into me from on high, from the royal throne, a secret word.'...But, Sir, where is the silence and where the place in which the word is spoken?Meister Eckhart, On DetachmentGazarra opened the book.The first page swam with crooked, twisted, backwards-leaning letters.'’Darkness was on the face of the deep,’' he began.'I know,' she told him.'I’ve been there.'David Homel, Get On Top