WHY I WRITE
Though you might think it works the other way,
I write to find out what I have to say.
How do I know until at last I see
What in the process has occurred to me?
Some hint or notion may have nudged my pen,
But something unexpected happens then
As way leads on to way and I’m surprised
Discovering topics I’d not realized.
One word or phrase suggests another one
Taking me far from where I had begun,
And then I wonder where it all may tend
Until—voilà—I see I’ve reached the end
Where I find out I know more than I knew
And I’m as much surprised, or more, than you.