The machinery of the universe
is humming –
The night sky hints
That is the first poem I wrote. I was a teenager. It popped into my head as I was lying in bed, at night, staring up at the ceiling. I owe a lot to that poem.
It was that poem that taught me to love. That poem has filled me with inspiration everyday since. And it contains the gift that I most want to share with my son as he grows.