In Elizabeth Spires's sixth collection of poetry, the pilgrim soul, in its various guises, meditates on its own slow becoming, finding humble companions in creatures as unlikely as a lowly snail, a prehistoric coelacanth, or a tiny Japanese netsuke of a badger disguised as a monk. For Spires, life is both a pilgrimage and a deepeningbirth, death, and transformation all part of a seamless continuum. Possessed of a calm, crystalline sense of eternity, her poems invite fellow travelers to sit for a little while and be cleansed of the dust of existence.Refusing lushness, Spires creates lean lines that hold the weight of thought and feeling like rope bridges over a chasm.A simple but elegant tapestry of language.Quiet, unprepossessing, filled with wonder at the mortalities and fleeting beauties of the world.A stunning new collection from a poet who made her name a watchword for serenity and poise (