I do forget from time to time
That I’m a poet in my heart.
I hone my craft. I work and train
Until my words become a job;
Until taletelling’s commonplace
And then I lose sometimes the why.
But then I watch my children laugh
Or my wife takes my hand in hers
Or I climb in a plane and soar
And watch a sunrise over clouds.
I do forget from time to time…
But poetry remembers me.