At What Point Do You Know It? Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

At what point do you call yourself a poet
Dare you say it?
Dare you show it?
How really do you know it?

Is it a distinction others must bestow
Is it based on talent?
Who determines that then?
How does it show?

What is the point where it takes place
When we conceive or visualize?
Or when we put our thoughts on paper
In what was once an empty space?

Is it when we first sell a poem?
I'm wondering...
Maybe I'm just a drone
A worker bee, a complete unknown

Am I a poet?
I guess I'll wait a while longer
until the answer is better known
Until I feel a little less alone

For now it's just a means of expression
to fend off despair or aggression
Just my latest transgression
Laced with true confession

I still feel lonely too
but I've met a few
including you
who feel kind and true

So for now,
With little else to do
I may not yet be a poet..
but anyway, this poem is for you