The orphan boat of my heart
The orphan boat of my heart
Crosses the unsteady, undulant
Ocean of Time.
I think often we get sidetracked around the public responsibility of the poet. We don't spend a lot of time talking about the private responsibility of the poet. Which maybe we should. Very recently, I had my thesis students start "required daydreaming." They have to sit there and daydream. And they can't do anything else.