I wrote my first poem when I was a slightly out of control
eighteen year old sophomore at Ohio University in Athens, Ohio in
1977. I was bored one evening, so I went to see a movie with a
couple friends. After the movie, I told them to go on back to
the dorm without me. I lay
on a park bench and stared into a beautifully clear, fall night sky. I
saw a shooting star and felt so insignificant. As I walked
back to my room, words just started filling my head. I wrote
“Child of the World” in about twenty minutes. It came out just
like it sounds.
I felt like I was at the
emotional bottom of the barrel and had somehow pulled myself back up
with my own words. Wow, what an exhilarating ride. The
poem wasn’t a masterpiece, but the feeling it gave me was like
nothing I’d ever known. Almost every poem I’ve written since
then has come to me like that first one. It’s like they are
already out there and I’m a receiver that picks up the signals and
translates the message. I expect every poem I write to be the
last and I always ask myself, "what kind of swansong would this poem
be?". Same said, I never know when or if I'll be done
with this website.
I never really set out to write even
the first poem. Nonetheless, they are
all real pieces of my life. If this never gets wide circulation, at
least I’ll be able to pass down my life to my children … beauty,
warts, glory, shame, and all.
All the searching you read in these lines has only
lead me to this conclusion:
"The truly righteous person rises above symbols,
rules, rituals, and fables, but feels the power and love that
connects everything in the universe and does their best to live
their lives in harmony with them"