Poetry has never been a love of mine. I'd love to be able to fall into poetry and really understand what people are talking about when they say how much they feel it, but thus far I have been utterly lost. This is not to say that I have never found a poem I enjoyed, quite the contrary, I often stumble across pieces that I enjoy... However, I read it once and make a mental note as to weather I found it enjoyable and then I move on...

Perhaps it is my definition of poetry that needs to be examined... To me, Limericks are not poetry. Most lyrics to popular music is not poetry. I find poetry in single sentences, usually surrounded by rough prose and abrasive text... I find tiny, coruscating gems of delight that touch me in deep, unexplainable ways... But I never seem to find them in the typical places...

Sometimes I find the most profound poetry when words are not even involved. I find the poetry of motion and the poetry of weather moving in their own passionate ways. Nothing speaks to me on such an epic scale as storm clouds rolling across the pale sky. No verse can soothe me as a quiet, chattering brook can. And very rarely has I ever seen gentle breezes paralleled in song.

I suppose the poetry that I find sacred is the personal poetry that we all carry with us... Something molded out of memory, hope and dream. That part on the deep inside that lifts the pallor off the world around us and finds delicate beauty in everything around us.

Maybe there is poetry in everything. Maybe poetry is simply easier to find in words because that's where we look for it. Maybe if we turned off that constantly thinking, counting, measuring, ticking critical part of our minds we would be able to see all the natural poetry around us.

Today I found poetry in the quiet of my garden. I found a small, trembling chamomile sprout opening it's first bloom to the sunlight. There was something entrancing about it... Tiny, eager life reaching up from the earth to the boundless open of above... That is my poetry...