I wrote my first poem at the age of seven. Here it is:
Whale in the sea
whale in the sea…
I see something else!
Oh, what could it be?
A starfish? A jellyfish?
Oh, what could it be!
I was lying on my stomach in my dad’s recliner, legs bent up the back, elbows on the footrest, tummy sticking to the black vinyl in the heat of a summer night. At the table behind me were my parents and some friends, gabbing over a game of cards. And there I was, eyes narrowed at my paper, chewing on my eraser.
