He said “if you can’t be a poet then be a poem”
Can’t I be both?
I would like to be,
but I’m not sure I’m brave enough.
So I watch you sail your very small boat astern of mine
not because I am the better sailor
but because I don’t know how to describe the wind.
I am just a thief in clever disguise.
I rise and fall every day with the same question.
If I can see and feel and know the mountains
then why can’t I be them?