I am not one who employs words
To create images of an imaginary world.

Nor am I one who dives into his soul
To ferret out all the agonies
And disappointments for others to see.

No. I am not a poet.
I am not a word.
"All words are lies,"
According to a great teacher who employed them.

I am compelled to use these lying words
To record my observations, my thoughts
My conclusions, always tentative,
Often in wonderment.

To show a blade of grass
To myself and others
With words …

I don’t call myself a poet when doing this,
I just do it.