Poets have so little say

In whether they write or not;

Thoughts begin to flow,

Words are set to go,

And inspiration must be attended to

With singleness of heart.

Those who do this gathering

Of ideas from above

Inhabit a universe they're in --

But all too often not of --

Sensitive beings who dwell apart.

So give them, world, consideration kind.

You are richer far,

For poets being as

They are.

(First published in the Aurorean poetry magazine.)