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| Taxonomy | |
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| Perspective | |
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| A Consideration of the Word "Home" | |
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| Consciousness: An Assay | |
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| Dona Nobis Pacem | |
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| Seeing Things | |
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| The Consolation of Wind | |
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| Limbo | |
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| Deer Dreaming Me | |
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| Imago Dei | |
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| Midrash | |
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| A Mennonite in the Garden | |
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| Fishing for Large Mouth in a Strip-Mining Reclamation Pond near Lloydsville, Pennsylvania | |
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| What Lives in the Wake of Our Sleep | |
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| Two Sounds after an October Storm | |
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| Resurrection: A Field Note | |
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| Morning Poem | |
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| The Knowledge of the Lord | |
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| The Gospel of Beauty | |
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| Brushwolf | |
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| Vigil | |
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| Letter to Dave B. with May's Insatiable Hunger Tagging Along | |
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| Upon Looking Down onto the Top of Your Head Where the Hair Has Gone White | |
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| Atrial Fibrillation | |
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| What We Do while We're Dying | |
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| Begging Bowl | |
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| Nurse Log | |
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| Thinking of Li Po while Fishing the Little J | |
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| What I Told My Sons after My Father Died | |
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| Thoreau Casts a Line in the Merrimack | |
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| Thoreau Hears the Last Warbler at the End of September | |
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| Dreaming the Dark Smell of Bear | |
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| Thoreau Considers a Stone | |
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| Emptying the Bedpan | |
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| Give Us This Day | |
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| Psalm Written the Last Week of December | |
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| Thoreau Dreams of Margaret Fuller Three Days after Her Death | |
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| In the Clear-cut | |
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| The Virtues of Indolence | |
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| Offering, as One Example, the Satisfaction of the Bee | |
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| Thoreau Surveys the Ice | |
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| In the Kingdom of the Ditch | |
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| Heaven Come Flying | |
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| Thoreau, in Death | |
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| Consecrated | |
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| Not Writing, Then Writing Again | |
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| Hermetic | |
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| Hawks Flying | |
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| When the Body Is Absent | |
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| Coal | |
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| Three Songs for Flannery O'Connor | |
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| Theophany | |
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| Ordinary Time | |
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| Spring Melt | |
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| The Sound of Sunlight | |
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| Letter to Dave B. from the Karen Noonan Center on the Chesapeake Bay | |
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| Last of the Sea | |
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| Missing Boy | |
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| Apophatic | |
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| Most of What Is Written Is Simply Grief | |
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| Heliotropic | |
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| The Poet Stumbles upon a Buddha in Gamelands 158 above Tipton, Pennsylvania | |
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| Crow Counsels Me in the Ways of Love | |
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| Deposition | |
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| Perigee | |
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| Somnambulance | |
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| Transfiguration | |
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| Last Bones of Winter | |
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| Umbilical | |
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| Poem on the Anniversary of My Father's Diagnosis with Pancreatic Cancer | |
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| A Prayer for My Sons, after a Line of Reported Conversation by the Poet William Blake to a Child Seated Next to Him at a Dinner Party | |
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| Meditation on Hunger at 2 A.M. | |
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| I'll Catch You Up | |
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| Acknowledgments | |