A few months ago I was introduced to the poet Midge Goldberg on a New Hampshire Public Radio program called The Bookshelf. You may listen to it here. The host describes her poems as "accessible," which is so important to me as a reader.
I bought her newest collection.
This isn't nowhere, but it's nowhere
enough. A narrow forest hides
this pond, this house, this plot of sky.
Only the highest pine,
reaches the wider world.
A coyote threads the woods, unnoticed.