For a class I am taking, the requirement is to write three poems for group critique. Folks, I am not a poet. Also, I am not usually drawn to poetry when I have the time to sit down and read. Not that there is anything wrong with it. Quite the contrary. I think poetry is great, just not really my thing. Then I started to write some and I think my mind is changed. Well, sort of.
The Day I Became a “Rocket Boy”
The universe is smart. It knows things and has an uncanny sense of timing. It knew I needed a kick in the pants, and delivered it wrapped in twenty-seven typed words from a good friend.
