Poetry is
That beautiful space
Dancing
Between singing and speaking
Dreaming
Waking
Poetry is
Climbing the stairs
Seeking
Reaching
The plane beyond
All physical condition
The essential map
Imprinted within
The rhythm of life
Translated
This moment
Meaning
Whatever
We choose to believe
ElizaBeth Coira - The Home Grown Sojourner 
Poetry is one of those things unexplainably imprinted on me…kind of like Lake Como, Italy (pictured)–not only an incredibly beautiful place, but also one for me of paternal family and history. How curious it was to learn that my maternal grandmother also shared a love for poetry at one point in her life. I am so thankful for the known and unknown gifts passed on to me by my ancestors…thinking of my Grandfather Louis Coira, and Grandmother Lois Murphy as I wish you a happy, magical day 🙂