Audiences often ask at when did I begin writing…the first poem I recall penning was at St Paschal Baylon Elementary School in Senior Kindergarten. It was, perhaps, an indication of where I would make my home…by water. It was perhaps, an indication of how a reflective child grew into a reflective adult. It was conceived before I could even print. The teacher wrote it out for me and posted it in the classroom. Here’s what I remember of it.
The river is deep.
The river is wide.
Ships go sailing, I wonder why.
Big ships, little ships, sailing by.
Some on the ocean.
I wonder why….