Why I Love Poetry

Because, even when you are horrible and have forgotten the important outfit and had to go back home and you forgot to shower today and are sure that, indeed, you are going to be late to your mother's house and wake the puppies and cause far too much commotion, you can turn on National Public Radio and hear this: "Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,/ the world offers itself to your imagination" and know that you are okay.

(That's from "Wild Geese" by Mary Oliver, and maybe this post should really be called "Why I Love National Public Radio")