Sometimes I forget in all the isolated writing and editing and thinking, that what I do as a poet can be inspiring to someone else. And when I do remember I have a gift worth sharing, then I get hung up on not being a teacher and what can I really say to translate it to someone else. All I really have to do is invite someone along for the process.
Yesterday the process involved sunshine, a tub of sidewalk chalk, some lines from poems about spring, and two little girls who were willing. Thirty minutes later we stood back and smiled at our premier 2014 National Poetry Month installation.
Well, actually, they danced!
Thank you poetry pals… you make my heart sing!!!