I write. Understand me, I'm a man with an engineering degree who turned my back on poetry in college because that would have been too many credits. But I'm from the beach, and we have these boxes that you can rent stuff out of, or make out on top of. On moonlit nights, however, they're usually free. So I get some paper, yes, real paper, and my pen and ink, and write poems as best I can by the light of the moon and the sound of water. Somehow, they're better than anything I can write ordinarily.

Since I've moved to Ohio, I can't do this. The best I can do is walk a mile or two out to a cornfield and stand at the high point--a ridge or a hill top--and whistle quietly, wishing I had any words left.