WE ARE ALL POETS

If you can relate a little bit to the color of dirt at sunset

Or the taste of air under the dampened moon

If you can fall into a body of water and shed a tear -
For the endless work of waves 

Or the tireless pursuit of wind

Then you are a poet. 

If you pause when sun slips behind a winter cloud 

Or laugh at the rope, you swore was a snake

If your heart leaps and your stomach falls for any reason whatsoever

Or no reason

Then you are a poet. 

If you have ever wondered how your skin came to be your skin

Or your brain - your mind, your eyes - your sight,
your wounds - your gift

Then you are a poet. 

Better yet, 

YOU - ARE A POEM. 

(Photos by Raksha Boiteau)