Poetry is not a practice
Of making time
To sit down in a chair
And write

Rather, poetry,
As I have experienced it,
Is a practice
Of cultivating a life
Like a garden
Where poetry might visit
From time to time
Like flowers might grow

In moments of dream
Amidst a good night’s rest
Or moments of gratitude
Amidst seeing a new light
Or moments of love
Amidst listening to your muse

You cannot go away from life
To sit at your chair
And write of it

You must go to life
To take it as it comes
And write as best you can
In the midst of it