Dear Poetry

“Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.” Mary Oliver

Dear poetry:

I'm in. I'm trying. I'm going to give it a go. I've been skeptical, because there is so much silliness in your lines. I've been cynical, of the esoteric walls you build. The truth is, if I'm honest, I love you: your laughter and your cascading doubts, the nebulous cotton of your walls, the metaphor that is truer than facts. I'm going to give it a serious go. I hope we can make this work.

Pat