like every writer that has ever been i am not at all unique in my possession of faults that wonder if i am good enough for poetry / & sure as shit i think i am not / when i reflect on the brilliance & richness of the art / but then i think of something a friend told me about his own journey into poetry / after several years of not writing he picked up a national journal / read a poem by hayden carruth / & asked himself / is that all there is / to poetry / for it is just words on a page / & i don't mean to put my own bias on display here / [impossible!] / nor talk for my friend who rediscovered poetry the moment he needed it / but that as a reminder that poetry is a human construct / created by humans / with human words/ in other words / poetry is as ordinary as taking a shit / or fucking / or eating / or daydreaming / poetry is