Have you ever felt so busy that you hardly hear the ocean? Like you are mainly postpone? That your life is just DoingMyLaundry? That you are a place that nobody no longer visits? Then read these poems and feel this restorative call: Come on, come on, the grand parade is passing right outside your door. The italicized are just some of the lines from this book of poetry that awaken us to our awesome privilege of being alive, unlike almost everything else in the universe, as we are lit up for such a short time. Unfortunately, we may only have these realizations at a funeral, or when we stand on...