Who can say where poems come from? I don’t know where they come from, or when they’re likely to come – but I can only let myself be open to them and trust that they will come.
Sometimes it’s a fragment which comes, a phrase or a couple of lines, or sometimes an idea or a framework for a whole poem – and then when I sit down and start writing it’s partly a process of ‘crafting’ the raw material into a finished, structured whole, and partly a process of remaining open, to allow other material to flow through and become part of the whole.
If from anywhere, these poems come from my highest, deepest self – and it’s wonderful that they seem to have the power to reach other people’s highest, deepest selves too.