Wandering Mind

I Composed My First Poem While Walking Across 3Rd Avenue In Manhattan.. The Wordsstayed With Me Until I Reached My Apartment On 32Nd Street And I Could Writethem Down. On An Impulse I Emailed The Poem To My Cousin Michael In Seattle.I Still Don’T Understand Why The Poem “Frozen Night” Visited Me So Suddenly In Themiddle Of A Manhattan Street. But Since That Night There Have Been Hundredsmore. They Arrive Almost Daily. Some I Just Let Pass. I Write Most Of Them Down.As Soon As I Emailed The Poem I Wanted To Take It Back. I Thought “I’M Not A Poet.”I Was Embarrassed At Sharing My Emotions And Private Thoughts With Anotherperson Even One With Whom I’D Been Very Close My Entire Life. But I Couldn’T Take Itback—It Was Gone.I Immediately Checked My Email When I Got Up The Next Morning. I Hoped That Somehowthe Message Had Been Returned Undelivered And That My Secret Was Still Safe.It Had Been Delivered. There Was A Short Response. My Cousin Wrote “Welcome Tothe World Of Words.”It Took Me Two Years To Grasp The Meaning Of That Six-Word Response.I Soon Began To Find My Place In That World. It Is A Good Place. It Has Become Aworld In Which I Belong.Michael Dominonew York City