I believe the meaning of life is connection. Words. Emotions. Thoughts. We can share much of these things freely with others, but there are some things that prose cannot sufficiently convey. There are stories that aren’t linear. Experiences that defy the logic of language. And these are the things that find a home in poetry when they migrate down the flyway, from mind to fingertips. They circle in a V formation until coming to rest on the page, waiting patiently for me to harness their power, without taking away their strength. Not all of them will make it. Some die along the way. Some of them stray from the flock. But this is where I share the ones that survived the journey.