What's your favorite poem? Why?

whisper wild light
the stars sing peace tonight
fish and I flew differently
believing in magic
mirror cried  glow child
dream gardens spring from love rain

-dawn, glenwood springs, colorado, 2001

I like this because it was composed on the refrigerator in the tiny house of a single mom at a rich, colorful, heartbreaking time in her life. I like it because that same refrigerator magnet poetry set (the childrens' version) was a catalyst for a very dear friend and an aquaintance to begin their relationship at a little get together one evening in a small apartment that preceded the house in my chronology and they were married later and now 6 or 7 years later they are still married. I like it because that fridge magnet set was bought during a rainy-bleak camping trip where much fun was had by all despite the weather and it makes me think of a red canoe and a high moutain lake. I like it, too, because it makes me think of flying fish, which reminds me of a very good friend or two or three, and magical adventures. I like it because it reminds me to be who I want to be. I like it because I have dream gardens and it reminds me that a little rain of love (in the form of action) is all it takes to make them real and growing and nourishing. I like it because it lives near this drawing in a parallel universe of refrigerators in different homes of space/time. I love it because I think the stars singing peace make our human wishes for peace more powerful. I like it because I want to whisper wild light (whatever that means) and I want to glow like a child and I want all the children (and adults!) of the world to be encouraged to glow and sing peace and have dream gardens and magical adventures. I like it because it reminds me of spring after a long, cold, hard, winter but also of a cold clear winter night and also mid summer wildflowers.


I was going to say a poem by ee cummings, but there are too many of his that are my favorites, that I cannot pick just one. if I had to pick just one, it might take me hours of going back and forth.like this...
but then again, this may be my favorite poem...

up into the silence the green
silence with a white earth in it

you will(kiss me)go

out into the morning the young
morning with a warm world in it

(kiss me)you will go

on into the sunlight the fine
sunlight with a firm day in it

you will go(kiss me

down into your memory and
a memory and memory

i)kiss me,(will go)

-e.e. cummings.

methinks the reasons must be obvious.