Suzuki writes: “The true artist, like a Zen master, is one who knows how to appreciate the myoof things . . .[to make] a glimpse of things eternal in the world of constant changes.”In Wings Apart, Burt Kimmelman does just that. He observes the natural world, the plaintive cry noted, but never breaking the reverie. His is a painterly art of tracking beauty and the movement of desire and loss in every day life. “Wings apart/the bird floats/above the trees.” As a true Zen haiku artist, Kimmelman finds solace in stillness, and reading his poems, I too am comforted by the beauty and acceptance therein.