Poetry inspired me early on.
A quirky only child,
I spent a fair amount of time reading alone
in my pale blue bedroom
or in a wooden playhouse in my backyard.
I wasn’t entirely antisocial,
but found many of my best friends
in a parallel universe of words
occupying a small bookshelf in my closet.
And while I never considered myself a poet,
I composed silly limericks
while the neighbourhood kids played dodge ball.
Sunday, December 14, 2008