A sense of being adrift: this sense persists in Fisher’s poems, and in a satisfying way. Louise Glück writes, in the foreword, that “the poems move like dreams or spells […] succumb to movement as though it were desire” (xi).
There is dream-logic and dream-motion, from the very first poem, “Journey,” on. The book begins in the middle of something: this opening poem starts with an implied question half-answered, an unspoken “why?” and the initial “Because” (3). And the poem continues to be in the middle, to be “not yet out of the woods.” Being lost but without much sense of menace, then dreaming of getting lost all over again.
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