Griffin Award-winner returns with new poems that are spacious with interiority, alive with a hard-earned lightness. Waves carried a glass float-designed to hold up a fishing net-across the Pacific. Beached it safely. Someone's breath is inside it. In Glass Float, her seventh collection, award-winning poet Jane Munro considers the widening of horizons that border and shape our lives, the familiarity and mystery of conscious experience, and the deepening awareness that comes with a dedicated practice such as yoga. This book is about connections: mind and body; self and others; physical and metaphysical; art and nature; west and east, north and south. In "Convexities," the book's opening poem, Munro quotes the grandfather who taught her to paint: "art is suggestion; art is not representation." No concavities, he said. Only the "little hummocks" that her pencil outlined as she did contour drawings. Munro's deft suggestion, her tracing of convexities, conveys underlying complexities, not by explication, but by looking with eyes and heart open to where mysteries almost surface. US bubbles says the baby, looking out the window at snowflakes the old man tears up two characteristics of the human animal- to speak, to weep both move me are you moved by words-by tears "Like glass floats themselves, these neat, clear poems contain Munro's breath. They cross oceans. Jane Munro's Glass Float-part travelogue, part journal, part meditation-picks up where Blue Sonoma ends: the speaker finds herself alone, at the live edge of her life. ... You are not merely called on to look at yourself but to 'receive your face.' A gift." -Ian Williams, author of Reproduction | Glass Float by Jane Munro, Paperback | Indigo Chapters