I love the perspective present here. Quotidian and suburban but contemplative of larger forces we all must adapt to no matter how comfortable, or not, our lives are. The final poem wraps up the overall themes - motherhood, domesticity, natural forces - nicely and with an emotional punch. I’m not sure I would call many of these pieces poetry, though, and I almost wish there was more attention to structure. I think the themes would have been better served in a fragmentary novel similar to what Jenny Offill has been doing. So I’m somewhat ambivalent but I enjoyed the reading experience.