“Who ever listened to the dreamer or a poet”
– Andrew Suknaski, Wood Mountain Poems
A trail fades to nothing if it’s not followed.
It wasn’t Homer, Virgil, Ovid, Rumi, Eliot, or Rilke, though certainly I followed paths of their creation, too. It wasn’t Laurence, Grove, Butala, or MacLeod, though certainly I’d be no kind of writer without having read them first.
No, it’s been Suknaski all along. Little did I know.
I always wondered who was the poet who came before me and already said the things I want to say. Perhaps they’ve already been said. But perhaps it’s my turn to say them different, somehow. After all, I’m not a poet.
I remember that stranger saying to me: “you will write the words that have been forgotten.”