In her foreword, Megan Macomber writes: "This book is both artifact and work of art, as Judith Nacca has spent years honing her craft, Her poetry throbs with its own pulse. It morphs. It grows, just as anyone's perspective does. With some differences: this poet has paid years of attention to tracking its evolution, while continuing to work on her craft so her own skill at expression evolves apace. While it has been a prolonged gestation, finally we have the great fortune of receiving this record, this book, as both. This book reflects her personal struggle to "accept" the death of a much-loved sister. Keeping love and loss in tension supplies the book's throughline."

Says Judith Nacca: "This book is an ode to everyone and everthing I love, have loved, and lost; a menagerie of my unbridled astonishment at the simultaneous beauty and horror that is the world; an offering to other fellow travelers who have found themselves in what Mary Oliver calls 'some fervent and necessary arrangement' between God and death."