A few moments later Mom opened my door and peered in at me. "Logan Hansen is here to see you. " If it had been anyone else in the world, I would have told my mother to send him away. Santa Claus himself could have shown up to explain his whereabouts since my childhood, and I would have turned him out.
I have always thought of poetry as an act of celebration. Just by nature of writing a poem you are taking the time to dwell on whatever it is that you're writing about. . . you can be celebrating anger, you can be celebrating sorrow. . . you are spending the time to focus and observe and try to understand the various parts of being human.