Explaining it is an Art

I must admit, this remains one of my favorite poems from my own collection. Of the poems I’ve ever written, it’s the one I had the least trouble sharing with others. Of the poems I’ve written, few others make me feel consistently proud of myself. Not that there’s anything particularly clever, deep, or resonant about it, but there’s something pretty and honest there that makes it stand out from a lot of my other written works.

It’s also amusing to reminisce on how this poem came about. I was on a school field-trip, and as we’d been strongly encouraged to meticulously journal all that we experienced on the trip, I was in a deep pen-and-paper sort of mood, which involved a lot of notes, comments, reflections and stories, but also resulted in several more creative endeavors, including the odd poem. We visited some truly fascinating caves in New Mexico. I’ve always liked caves, but these were especially intriguing, and as we boarded the bus to leave I determined to attempt to capture my rapturous state with a poem. What resulted was unexpected, but not dissatisfying.

At any rate, I get the feeling this one will be particularly easy for you, my friendly readers, to empathize with, whether you also write or not.