When I posted earlier this month about these thoughts, a friend of many years with whom I have recently reconnected wrote to me and sent me a poem that I wrote in 1982. At the time that I wrote this poem, I was in Berkeley, California, attending the Bay Area Writing Project. This time ignited my love for poetry, my understanding of writing and changed forever my instruction of students. Many posts could be written about this transformational time, but today, I am going to post and celebrate the poet from within—in me. In all of us.
These words ignite in me a passion that I had as a young woman to be a poet. These words help me to honor that woman as someone who has let poetry live in my world. Poetry has lived in me through reflection, insight, action and lived truth. Thank you to my friend, who was touched by my words when they were written over 25 years ago and saved them to touch me this month in the wake of my expressed fear.