As in her meditation on cleaning the chandelier that takes in prisms of light, splinters of color, and all the fumes of ammonia, Margo Mensing’s poems look to the full experience of everyday life. Whether coming from the studio or the kitchen, Mensing’s voice ranges from the conversational and casual observational to more formal testimony. Throughout, she establishes a rhythm of evocative imagery, keen observation, a sense of distillation and clarity, a crisp close. We find in these pages a woman at the oars on the lake on a windy Saturday wearing a mirrored cap that offers sightlines to what is behind, what is ahead; these poems, too, take in the full view.