"In Cecily Parks' luminous and graceful poems, thought inhabits the wilderness, and wildness permeates the interior of human perception. Within these nightscapes, we find ourselves among the foxes, watching, listening, aware of our role as trespassers and witnesses. Thinking about weapons, thinking about how a wound heals, thinking about words, captured, released, spilling over, following a sound that seems at once ancient and new."
-Elizabeth Willis