I saw it light upon the branches,
Flitting gaily to and fro.
I wish that I, with such abandon,
Could take flight above the snow
No longer be stuck in the snow drifts
That enmire my feet down here
Just up and fly to fragile twiglets,
Shout my song to ev’ry ear.
Michael started writing poetry as a way to explore big ideas in faith and philosophy and as a way of tying creativity into these things. He works as a mental health professional helping people make sense of hard experiences. Metaphor and imagery are important and valuable tools in his work and are part of why poetry has resonated with his approach to big ideas.