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.

Return to Wonder by Shauna Singh Baldwin

In spring
I return to wonder	
as a camel calls upon
water from its hump,

I return to wonder	
carving it	
from emaciated air
inducing it—	

not from the
rubbing of genie lamps,
the recitation of wishes,
puffs of smoke,
the palming of cards,

but from irises
pushing up in their patch,
bursting through soil,
valiant purple.

I return to wonder	
snatching it 
from the press of should-dos 
distilling it
from the tug
of schedule and event
to my involuntary present.

Without wonder
I might bear winter	
in me always

Then
there might be
nothing to admire

beyond my own being.

So in spring,
I return to wonder.

~ from Red Silk, An Anthology of South Asian 
Canadian Women Poets (Mansfield Press, 2004)