I want a poem like thick tropical rain. Dense green spatter of syllables, Drumbeat consonants, fertile with meaning. Sudden. Short. Unforgettable. Afterwards, jungle silence. I want a poem like a Russian circus; You should know it has been trained. No ordinary everyday poem could leap like that, No quotidian poem could shimmer, spangle, exult like that… Wondering poems, wise poems. Fierce poems and playful poems. Poems about everyday things and uncommon things. Poems of isolation and fellowship; about loving and leaving, finding and losing and finding again. Jerry Pinto’s second collection of poetry sparkles and soothes; in words that always ring true, it shows us what it means to be human, and how to be human. In his verse, as in his prose, Pinto is a writer to come home to.