In this warm and lucid collection, John Fuller reckons with his own mortality, writing poems about the deaths of people he has known and the births of grandchildren, all the while looking forward to the time when he too will pass on. As always in his poetry, there is a probing into the meaning of life, a wonderfully melodic personal dialogue in which the poet asks and attempts to answer in the course of a poem some of life's more mysterious questions. But such philosophical musings are always anchored in beautifully concrete, atmospheric, and sensual detail. These poems have a wonderful universality, but they are also utterly distinctive and personal, with imagery that surprises and provokes admiration.