pThe poems of Carey Link's emTo Light a House of Bonesem repeatedly locate and celebrate a point of grace and balance and buoyancy between earth and sky. Earth's restrictions are heavy and real, but in a suspended cradle, a hammock, the palm of a mother's hand - even in a wheelchair - the poet is borne up and sustained by the breath and breeze of language. She sways, glides, takes wing, like two dancers holding palms and spinning circles together in a pool of water. The delicately nuanced poems are compact, powerful - dazzling over and over, in the words of Emily Dickinson, with truth's superb surprise. All this as language blooms infinite colors like a multicolored scarf - azure, yellow rose, orange sun, and indigo sky.pp- Harry Moore, author of emBearing the Farm Awayem andpp emBroken and Blended Love's Alchemyem.pp ppReading Carey Link's new collection, I found myself breathing more slowly, easing into a world of light, color, and, most importantly, attentiveness to the moment. Th