If I was so inclined to be a poet
when I was young, no evidence will show it;
I have no scraps or remnants from those days,
no still-abiding evidence of praise,
nothing to indicate facility
or prove poetical ability.
But only after years of English teaching
of others’ verse, I felt my spirit reaching
to try my own hand at the games they played
by following in patterns they had made,
becoming in time a verse practitioner
who daily sets his mental wheels a-whir,
sitting as I do now to spin out lines,
weaving them into resonant designs.