An intimate study of orbiting forces: beauty, loss, aging, love. We are scarred with the truth that our “lost ones follow us” and, “what we think we are holding, actually holds us.” We are reminded that the body – as a core of all experience – is like a night blooming flower, or a bird, “the color of darkness trying to escape.” These poems are preoccupied with justice and reconciliation. They show justice as a kind of a vital force, like a “conduit of seed”.