Quoted in a conversation between Edward Hirsch and Annie Finch on Poetry Foundation:
The 18th-century Zen monk Ryokan:
Who says my poems are poems?
My poems are not poems.
When you know that my poems are not poems,
Then we can speak of poetry.
At the risk of sounding fancy, I can say that this is exactly how I feel about the poems that are not poems in my book Asking.
Well. It rained last night, and this morning, sitting at my desk, the sound of bird song is lovely. The view from the window over my desk - green leaves and apple blossoms. On the weekend, I had Chloe hold a jar of our mock plum blossoms.
What could be more poetic than spring rain and blossoms? I hope we are never through writing about them. There is much yet to say, I think, about the arrival of spring in this mad world of ours.