George Sipos is acutely aware that life, in its strangeness and beauty, will always elude whatever he can say about it. The tension between the humble recognition that words are in-adequate and the insistent urge to capture what he sees and feels gives Anything but the Moon its blend of quiet reverence and meditative urgency. In lush lyric poems about driving in his truck or listening to the sounds of a henhouse, Sipos reflects upon how everyday ex-periences slip through our fingers, never to be fully understood or articulated. The rhythms of his poetry are beautifully shaped to the arc of seeing and thinking. In the lovely poem ?Soccer, Fall, ? a father watching his daughter clings, not to the triumph-ant moment of her goal, but to her swift dash across the field. In ?Arrow Lake, ? exquisite beauty utterly dissolves his thoughts. if the mirror of the lake weren?t as clear as if the mountains did not remind me of if the sun if you Anything but the Moon is George Sipos's