How Do I Know If I Am A Poet

Ohbard and Pell meet up over lifetimes and dimensions for exchanges and conversations: and like a daytime meteor out of a midday blue sky Pell's words cut through the hour - How do I know if I am a poet? Ohbard released his eyes from the depths around him - If you can climb inside the gentle fluttering of the trees and feel their fingers brush your evening cheek without moving from your seat if shades of olives, rustings and soot grace your inner canvas with crocheted landscapes with turtle shell mirth if the distant chirping of sweet invisible singers serenade your springtime ears they're taking you galaxies and planets from home and if you can while away the wholeness of day just looking and sitting within your self then my friend you are truly a poet