The direction of Robert Pack's Keeping Watch is a dialectic expansion outwards in which the poet's will appropriates the power of nature. In "A Spin Around the House," the opening poem, Pack describes how he rises from a table and, "starting to whirl, / nowhere to go," he "swirls" out to a "familiar pine / in its real place," and stops:
in its chosen space—I will it so,
a star's held silence
pallors my cinnamon lips, and my arms,
each elbow galaxy,
circle it all in. What shall I do with it?
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