Poet Jane Hirshfield said "... the feeling I have about poem-writing (is) that it is always an exploration, of discovering something I didn't already know. Who I am shifts from moment to moment, year to year. What I can perceive does as well. A new poem peers into mystery, into whatever lies just beyond the edge of knowable ground."

I bring a different poem to the writing classes each week, not only to inspire but to introduce new poets to the group members.

The Last Word by Yehuda Amichai

Because my head hasn't grown
since I stopped growing, and my memories
have piled up inside me,
I have to assume they're now in my belly
and my thighs, and legs.  A sort of walking archive, an orderly
disorder, a sagging warehouse, an over-
loaded ship.

Sometimes I want to lie down on a park bench:
that would change my status 
from Lost Inside to
Lost Outside.

Words have begun to abandon me
as rats abandon a sinking ship.
The last word is the captain. 

~ from The Selected Poetry of Yehuda Amichai (HarpurPerrenial 1992)