George Sipos hears the song of frogs at two in the morning and wonders if it's passion that drives them or the loneliness of spring. In another poem, the wet leaves of fall are portrayed in language that cuts two ways: "I work the rake, / you the wheelbarrow. When we get tired we will change."

Capturing ephemeral moments of the ordinary, George Sipos illuminates the immanence of possibility. With that light comes an awareness of the miraculous intimacy of experience â the transition of glass from solid to liquid, the gaseous envelope of air, the scent of smoking sand.