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Thank you so very much!: Thank you so very much!

Amazing, the serendipity that: Amazing, the serendipity that falls upon your path. You're a hundred percent correct: there's nothing random about this lurch forward that is propelling you into exciting new territory. Although tragedy led to your discovery of Yook Woo Dang, upon the ruins you'll build towers, word by radiant word.     I'm going to be busier than usual (and that's going-insane type of busy), so in case I forget, I want to say "Happy January 9th!"   Brightest blessings, essential Poet.  

You are welcome.  It is: You are welcome.  It is always a pleasure to acknowledge one of PostPoem's Finest, and the example you set.

I have, for some time,: I have, for some time, believed that you are one of PostPoems' senior poets---senior not in number of years of membership (for what is a year but, simply, one planetary jaunt around the sun and back) but in the accomplishment of your Poetry.  This poem certainly fits in with that opinion of your work.  I believe you speak for many who are unable to speak for themselves; and you articulate emotional nuances---both good and bad, positive and negative---in ways that those for whom you speak can appropriate to explain to themselves their own emotional nuances, but in terms you provide for them.  Your Poetry is literate; timely (always of the now); and utterly necessary in the way it expresses those emotions for others---and gives them the comfort and certainty of hearing their own feelings expressed so well.  Some poets on this site write poems that belong in a museum; a few write poems that are so atrocious they deserve to be used to wrap fish or paper-train puppies; and a few Poets write the poems that nourish and sustain the soul . . . and you are in that particular group, as a nourisher and sustainer of souls for your readers.  If I had a hat on, I would tip my hat to you, Metaphorist, because you are one of the great ones on PostPoems.  But, in reality, I am just an old man half paralyzed in a lift chair while my body continues to sabatoge what is left of my life.  Still, from my chair I can applaud you in these words of sincere appreciation for your work.

More years ago than I care to: More years ago than I care to admit, I was compelled (in September following my high school graduation) to attend a college a couple of hours, by highway, from my home; and thus I had to live on campus.  But one of the unexpected advantages was to find that the campus landscape emphasized more lawn and flowerbeds than pavement.  It even had a small creek running through it; and its center was a tree-lined, flowery, area where none of the hallmarks of nature---including large stone, the creek itself, and such---had been removed to make way for expansion of the facility.  In our geographical area, during that particular "weather decade," autumns continued quite warm until nearly the end of October; and springs began to warm up by early to mid-April.  (The present global warming may have increased this temperate period.)  I then quickly discovered that a good many of the students attended class, or took meals in the dining hall, or made purchases in the bookstore entirely shoeless; mostly barefoot, some wearing just socks.  The trimmed lawns on either edge of the sidewalks that connected all of the academic buildings and the dorms received a lot of pedestrian traffic.  The college enforced very little of a dress code; and footwear was not addressed.  One simply had to be aware, when on the sidewalks, of broken glass, or discarded rings from opened pop-cans, or other debris.  In the four years I was there, I never heard of---much less seen---any foot injuries from this aspect of our residential life there.  Even off-campus, some of this was maintained:  On a balmy Friday afternoon, I once walked to the post office (nine miles, one way) with my flipflops more often in my hands than on my feet.  We had no beaches on large bodies of water, but we did have well trimmed lawns next to almost every sidewalk, and three temperate seasons each year, and flipflops to get over a few uncooperaitve patches.  [I apologize for the typos in the original; I think I have corrected all of them.]

Thank you, and Happy: Thank you, and Happy (belated) New Year to you, as well.