Some people see God in everything good in the world. If there is a god, maybe that is true. Who am I to say? But what about the not-so-good shit? Other people refuse to believe in anything beyond themselves. Solipsism has never solved anything, though. I either case, or in any case, how can anyone be so sure of anything?

What I know is what I see, what I feel, what I experience, what I can describe. What I see isn’t truth; it’s what I know. What I feel isn’t fact; it’s what I know. What I experience isn’t everything; it’s what I know. What I can describe isn’t dogma; it’s what I know.

I remember when I used to live in New York City, riding on the subway, seeing those Poetry in Motion posters. And I rarely would read any of the poems on those posters, but I would often think about how poetry is everywhere. It’s on the subway – when a teenager yells, “Showtime” before performing primal dance moves that might involv their Air Jordans getting way too close to your head, that’s poetry. It’s…