The Sea Isn't A Place But A

What Can We Do But Keep On Breathing In And Out, Modest And Willing, And In Our Places?

The Poem In Which The Reader Does Not Feel Himself Or Herself A Participant Is A Lecture, Listened To From An Uncomfortable Chair, In A Stuffy Room, Inside A Building.

I Decided Very Early That I Wanted To Write. But I Didn't Think Of It As A Career. I Didn't Even Think Of It As A Profession... It Was The Most Exciting Thing, The Most Powerful Thing, The Most Wonderful Thing To Do With My Life.

I Climb, I Backtrack. I Float. I Ramble My Way Home.

If You Suddenly And Unexpectedly Feel Joy, Don’t Hesitate. Give In To It.