My Mother Used To Tell Me When

Because Sometimes I Live In A Hurricane Of Words And Not One Of Them Can Save Me.

I'm Like The Weather, Never Really Can Predict When This Rain Cloud's Gonna Burst; When It's The High Or It's The Low, When You Might Need A Light Jacket. Sometimes I'm The Slush That Sticks To The Bottom Of Your Work Pants, But I Can Easily Be The Melting Snowflakes Clinging To Your Long Lashes. I Know That Some People Like: Sunny And Seventy-five, Sunny And Seventy-five, Sunny And Seventy-five, But You Take Me As I Am And Never Forget To Pack An Umbrella.

Sometimes There’s No One To Listen To What You Really Might Like To Say At A Certain Moment. The Paper Always Listens.

During The Gulf War, I Remember Two Little Third Grade Girls Saying To Me - After I Read Them Some Poems By Writers In Iraq - 'you Know, We Never Thought About There Being Children In Iraq Before.' And I Thought, 'well Those Poems Did Their Job, Because Now They'll Think About Everything A Little Bit Differently.'

Let Me Peer Out At The World Through Your Lens. (maybe I'll Shudder, Or Gasp, Or Tilt My Head In A Question.) Let Me See How Your Blue Is My Turquoise And My Orange Is Your Gold. Suddenly Binary Stars, We Have Startling Gravity. Let's Compare Scintillation - Let's Share Starlight.