PATIENCE (counselor): Poetry Crisis Line, what is your emergency?
LOUISE GLÜCK (caller): You’re stepping on your father, my mother said.
PATIENCE: Has he fallen and can’t get up?
GLÜCK: and indeed I was standing exactly in the center of a bed of grass,
mown so neatly it could have been my father’s grave,
although there was no stone saying so.
PATIENCE: Uh… I’ll take that as a yes.
Ms Glück’s lines excerpted from the poem “Aboriginal Landscape“