Hi, Piedrick.

Hi, Christopher.

You're in New York.

I am.

I'm in my recording cave in St. Paul.

You know, I think we decided one of the things we'd like to talk about sometime, and we're

going to do it now is how we know and we hear from listeners of Poetry Unbound about

this mysterious way of poem seems to meet you at just the right time, almost like it was

written for you, or like it's been waiting for you to discover it.

And I wonder if you remember the first time you met a poem in that way or a poem met

you.

There was a poem that we learned by heart in school when I was a small boy in Irish

that has a small verse in the middle of it that says, as lonely as a tree is in the middle

of the woods, so is the poet among the people.

And it kind of appealed to the melodrama in me.

I think I was nine or ten.

The Enneagram Four in you.

Yes, it did appealed to the Enneagram Four in me.

But there was something to, loneliness for me isn't a condemnation.

I think it's just a realization to say, you're alone with your thoughts, and one of your

most intimate relationships will be with yourself.

And in a strange kind of awkward way, I had a sense of that.

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