For me a poem has to sing out of itself and the lilt of it carries the magic.
At every crossroad, be prepared to bump into wonder.
The most astonishing joy is to receive from the muses the gift of a whole lyric.
We are all participants in the marvelous.
My earliest poems sing of the absolute necessity of allowing love to invade and pervade one's life. That can make the miracle happen in reality. Try it.
Life is adventure, not predicament.