The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees - to learn something by being nothing

As long as you're dancing, you can break the rules.

Look for verbs of muscle, adjectives of exactitude.

He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.

All night my heart makes its way however it can over the rough ground of uncertainties, but only until night meets and then is overwhelmed by morning, the light deepening, the wind easing and just waiting, as I too wait (and when have I ever been disappointed?) for redbird to sing

I believe in kindness. Also in mischief.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, Stay awhile.