To create. That is my divine nature. The one dream, hope, incessant NEED that keeps me going. Every morning, I look out at the rising sun and know that this is one more day. My day to hold in my hands as though ’twere a small mound of clay… and shape it to a great and beautiful sculpture. Every moment is my new, incredible material for my creation. My very soul is intwined with this undeniable desire. Poetry is simply one more way to let it go. My words, my thoughts, my observations… all transformed from such miniscule nothingness, to something that may have the chance to last forever. This is me! To create.