Something about the evening outside the chapel—holding a candle, surrounded by friends while a woman inside is questioned about her belief in a female deity—spins itself into verse. The memory of a sensuous rendition of "Summertime" in church by a vocal-piano-cello trio inspires another poem. But the poet finds no more irony in these events than in everyday occurrences, given a world of paradoxes. He probes and elucidates but doesn't despair; he relishes the subtleties and unravels the puzzles that others take for granted. At times, he settles back and enjoys the moment..