A four year old question:
“How do you become a poet?”
A poet must stalk like a cat,
dive deep like a fish, soar upwards
like a bird. She must love words,
their movement and sound,
making them dance and sing, tip-toe
and whisper, galumph and shout.
Like the wind, she must ripple across
her garden, dappling
light and shade, turning leaves
inside-out to shine against the sky.
All this, with only words.