I follow the poets…

I follow your words across the page,jumping greedily ahead,losing my place in the rush to know the ending,and going back, guiltily,to read what I’ve skipped in haste. Phrases painstakingly craftedto elicit a particular emotion –such a quiet, unassuming figure…who would guess you hold suchpower over others? Ideas.  Stories.  Questions.Complaints and fierce wonderings —This is how…