A poet of original vision and gentle, careful word-shaping, Clark allows his images to merge and converge toward a resolution in which flow is not arrested but pauses to take thought; the images take over the controls and ‘do the talking’, almost as if they had a mind of their own. What a relief when that happens, the poet confesses; he just follows along and tries to stay out of the way of whatever it is they seem to want to be saying. And when the elements of image and sound and sense do then mysteriously come together in the moment, as Clark here proposes, ‘A point is fixed’.