Sidney once called the poet “your right popular philosopher.” Like the poem, reason dreams of the truth, the good, the real. This book is in many ways about getting far enough away from the world to see it. While the view from an airplane gives us an easy angle from which to do that, so does kneeling on the grass and counting the deeply split petals of a tiny wildflower. As does trying to grab the flying coattails of a disappearing dream. This book is also about the world and going to it, the inescapable beauty and horror of it, the never being able or, in truth, wanting to be able to get away from it. Bright bulbous clouds with smudgy flat undersides. Confection and mud. Where reason and dream lie next to the plate like a pair of chopsticks. You need both to eat.