We Are the Poets

We are dishwashers and bill payers, we have day jobs and night jobs. Some of us are retired, I am not, because I know too many who died after they did that. They lost their purpose, and before they could find another one, they gave up, and left their earth life. We do not have any more time than the rest of you, but we grab it up and use it in full force. We have chosen a life few choose. We are word players - writing on napkins and paper plates. Grabbing whatever is near at the time, jotting down phrases, rhyming words, and lyrics. We knew that we could and we can, and we do because our souls will not let us not do. We are the dreamers, the schemers, the world lovers, the imagination people. We are the ones who invent the new things, and tear up old ideas to make room for new ones. There is a driving force that tells us we must. I call mine Trixie. She is an inner voice that yells at me. She has crazy ideas. She cajoles me and coaxes me. She holds me down until I yell “Aunt!” so I follow her lead. We are the poets.