Nostalgia

I am somewhat ashamed to admit that I'm not normally "a poetry person." I appreciate that it exists. I have enormous respect for the people who write it. I want to like it. But most of the time I find my mind wandering off in some direction other than the one intended--well, that's true in most situations--and I just miss the point. And it's not like I miss the point and get some other wonderful thing out of it instead. No. I just flat out miss the poem's point or any point that might be loosely related to the poem. I'm not too hard on myself about this, since I read a lot and appreciate many other forms of expression. I love the classics. I read most of the stuff I'm "supposed" to read. But poetry is just not my thing.

Anyway, very occasionally I hear a poem I just love and could listen to over and over and over. This is one of them.