 But clearly that image wouldn't go away. And so one day when I sat down to write, it pushed itself to the front of the line, you know, and said, it's my turn now. And I said, okay, go. And you can almost say in a sense that I'm praying to the poem. The poem isn't a prayer, but I'm praying for the poem to tell me what I don't know or what I'm afraid of knowing or what I'm too shy to admit to myself.