Why I Love Poetry

Poetry is love for the world in words

Poetry makes startling connections between things

Like water running downhill, poetry finds the quickest route
             through language

Poetry has silence in it, and breath

Poetry comes from the body, of which the mind is only a part

Poetry draws attention 

Poetry says things that can’t be said another way

Poetry sings

No matter how sad or dark its subject,  

             poetry’s  rhythms and images transform

Poetry wants to be written and doesn’t care who writes it

Even when we fail to value it, poetry doesn’t die, but goes on 

             sending green spears up through the pavement  

Poetry  is uncontrollable

Poetry is not for sale

Poetry is the best way of saying our long goodbye