As is more obvious in Ogling than Dunes; That Day, I tend to "write off the ear"—that is, something has taken my attention, or I'm thinking about something and once I hear it (goggles) I'm suddenly thrown into a family of words so that pretty soon the words are fitting together some way, taking a shape that shapes the poem. Eventually I realize I'm trying to say something I've been thinking or feeling for a long time. In the case of Ogling, it was remembering an unresolved moment from which I have never quite recovered.
The poem, Dunes; That Day, is a very close description of what actually happened when I was visiting the Cape Cod cottage of a very dear friend. She had been diagnosed with a brain tumor and was already suffering its effects, but insisted on taking a group of us come down to her place in Truro for the week-end. As you can see, she didn't last out the week-end and had to be taken back to Boston. Explaining her early departure, she turned to me and with her typically sly grin said, "I have a hole in my head." That friend passed away not long after I wrote the poem. I hope it may serve as a tribute to her as she was a very special person, and dearly beloved by all who knew her.
I do not always write with so much space between words. Sometimes, but not always. I hope it is obvious why I chose to do so with these poems. They both take place at the sea side—without any crowding by people or things. Besides, in such a place, life is slowed down as I hope it is for the reader as well.