Poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths.

I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon.

I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short.

I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me.

I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us.

Some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart.

Ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know.