Don't be an agnostic. Be something.

A poem begins with a lump in the throat

I cut my own hair. I got sick of barbers because they talk too much. And too much of their talk was about my hair coming out.

The land was ours before we were the land's. She was our land more than a hundred years Before we were her people.

I shall set forth for somewhere, I shall make the reckless choice Some say when they are in voice And tossing so as to scare The white clouds over them on, I shall have less to say, But I shall be none.

Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.