Ecstasy and spontaneity
This prose poet constantly explores the various actions that she took as a child. Rapt in urgency spontaneity, she runs around the nearby woods, discovering, adventuring, returning home eventually to share a table with her family, often behaving ecstatically, sometimes being pensive, too, but usually up to something. For a beautiful example, she tells in prose poetry about writing her name in the books her father owned.
Identity and point of view
The prose doesn't seem to demand an explanation, in the writer's treatment anyway. Every thought is offered as if it belongs perfectly. But how could a line 'belong' in the first place? The author is celebrating her point of view, her very identity, so by her own authority, she decides which words capture the nuances she experiences through self, through experience, and through memory.
The beauty of language
Unsurprisingly, the poet describes her life at least partially to explain how she became a poetic voice in the first place. She finds language to be an exquisite tool for her purposes, early on, remembering her fondness for the written word in dazzling words of her own. The beauty of language is sometimes more central to a section of poetry than the writer herself, as if she is accidentally absorbed in the endless associations and concepts.
