[Michael Cantor]

I tend to agree completely with Turner's terse summary: Competent, but this poem does not really attempt much.

Very often on the Sphere, because of the nature of who we are, and of the workshop process, I think that critiques can read far more depth into a poem than the author intended, give the author credit for layers of meaning that were never intended. I've been the happy recipient of such critiques myself (and sometimes confess, and sometimes don't), and I feel that may have happened here. My gut sense is that more is being seen in the poem than the author had in mind.