The world displayed in the poems of Thomas Lux is a fairly dangerous place, a half promisedland, a region where turtles languish of thirst, where a lifebuoy crawls with spiders, where amoving car hits a moving moose and bothsurvive, where what tends to terrify us tendsalso to make us feel safe, where rattlesnakesfeel at home, ‘ where your belief in justice/merges with your belief in dreams.