Is Poetry a Hobby?
When someone asks if my poetry
is a hobby,
I sigh.
How to explain?
This peeling away of skin.
This delving into my inner landscape.
This seeing my outer landscape
with new born eyes.
How to explain?
This love affair with a Muse.
Who guides me into difficult
and wondrous places.
Who demands that I see
the world with fascination,
with attention, with love.
How to explain?
The depth that is created when
we share and witness each other.
The weaves of souls through
precious vulnerability and word.
No, it’s not a hobby.
I write poetry because
it’s a way of
Being.