A very happy World Poetry Day to all my versifying friends–those I’ve met and those I wish I could–around the globe.
Without poetry, I don’t believe I’d be so open to what this world has to offer.
And without you, I’d never believe I was a poet. I’m pretty sure I’d still be writing things in that odd way I do that some folks regard as “poems,” but I’d never believe I was one of those P-people.
Sometimes, I still don’t, which is probably why I so often refer to myself as a “poet guy.” It’s like I’m still occasionally holding onto the rail like a skater afraid of the open ice.
Happy Our Day to you all who have pulled me out to center ice, where the sunrises and salkows roam.