We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole.

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.

When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body's been.

Poetry is something that happens in universities, in creative writing programs or in English departments.

It's very hard to write humor.

And yet, in a culture like ours, which is given to material comforts, and addicted to forms of entertainment that offer immediate gratification, it is surprising that so much poetry is written.

Poems not only demand patience, they demand a kind of surrender. You must give yourself up to them. This is the real food for a poet: other poems, not meat loaf.