This Is The World I Want To

Why Are We So Monumentally Slow?

Poetry Calls Us To Pause. There Is So Much We Overlook, While The Abundance Around Us Continues To Shimmer, On Its Own.

If A Teacher Told Me To Revise, I Thought That Meant My Writing Was A Broken-down Car That Needed To Go To The Repair Shop. I Felt Insulted. I Didn't Realize The Teacher Was Saying, 'make It Shine. It's Worth It.' Now I See Revision As A Beautiful Word Of Hope. It's A New Vision Of Something. It Means You Don't Have To Be Perfect The First Time. What A Relief!

The Person You Have Known A Long Tme Is Embedded In You Like A Jewel. The Person You Have Just Met Casts Out A Few Glistening Beams & You Are Fascinated To See More Of Them. How Many More Are There? With Someone You've Barely Met The Curiosity Is Intoxicating.

I Want To Be Famous In The Way A Pulley Is Famous, Or A Buttonhole, Not Because It Did Anything Spectacular, But Because It Never Forgot What It Could Do.