A poet savors life, slow and easy
like fine wine by a fireplace
and good company

A poet conquers Everest
and skinny dips in the Nile
while traveling the globe
with only pen and paper
as a passport

Words and thoughts
make love and war
in a poets head
love found and lost and found again
and again and again

A poet sees wisdom
in the wrinkles in an elders face
and hope in a youngsters smile

In a poet's mind
that big old courtyard tree
reaches down like a gentle giant,
and says "take my hand,
I'll sit you on my shoulder...
so you can get a better view"

A poet sees, hears, touches,
smells, tastes...life!

Am I a poet?

Are you?