Each time I look out the window, I see a poem passing.
—Gwendolyn Brooks

The thing about poetry is this:
Sometimes you get an idea, and you say
here’s a poem. So you sit down and write,
choose your words, then cross them out,
choose different words, move phrases around,
until you have the poem you want. Other times
the poem doesn’t gel. Yet even then, the thing is,
poetry changes the way you experience the world.
You see differently, notice more details, and
fragments of poems flit through your head: similes, metaphors,
descriptive phrases, adjectives, verbs.
Everywhere you look, you see a poem passing,
even when you don’t write it down.

:: Juliane McAdam

By Juliane McAdam

Juliane McAdam is a California native who grew up in the stark beauty of the Mojave Desert. After a 40-year teaching career that began in South Los Angeles in a bilingual program and ended with 27 years teaching English and Spanish to middle school students in Los Angeles, she retired to Los Osos. She enjoys volunteering with nonprofits, walks, kayaking, playing piano, and writing poems to record observations and memories.