To Submit To Chance Is

When People Ask Me How To Find Happiness In Life I Tell Them, First Learn How To Cook.

One Writes Because One Has Been Touched By The Yearning For And The Despair Of Ever Touching The Other.

Poems Are Other People's Snapshots In Which We See Our Own Lives.

Inside My Empty Bottle I Was Constructing A Lighthouse While All Others Were Making Ships.

If The Sky Falls They Shall Have Clouds For Supper.