What is poetry if not the beating of a heart before it stops?
What is it if not the laughing of a child before the laughter is "too old"?
If not the silence before a storm, or the crickets before sleep, or the tears before acceptance, or the desperation before surrender?
What is poetry if not the creaking of a rocking chair that hasn't rocked in years?
What is it if not the singing of a choir in the presence of God?
If not the gentle assurance of a loving friend, or the aching of a soul longing for adventure, or the realization that life is an adventure.
What is poetry if not the adventure?
What is poetry if not life...?