20th century poetry is a piñata. Images break from the earth when the poet strikes it.
Who creates unless he has a vacuum to fill?
Words - as I speak or write them - make a path on which I walk.
Poetry is road maintenance for a fragmented world which seeks to be kept together. It's been an integral activity for a long time.
Who thinks of justice unless he knows injustice?
Poetry saves what is human in this world going gaudy & insane. In exploring small truths, something larger might turn up, adding dimension, insight, vision, recognition to our lives. We just might be more complete, more aware after a poem.