The Bright Invisible, the fifth collection from Michael Robins, investigates domesticity and desire, reenactment and reclamation, as well as the promise of love alongside the certainty of absence. " Sometimes the sun," Robins writes, " elbows the ordinary, archival cloud" and sometimes we " close our eyes / & describe for each other what colors appear." These poems are imbued with the " soft collisions" of our dazzling existence, and they offer the possibility for even the darkest season to guide us once more into spring.