Most human beings feel a need to communicate. Without thinking, we greet those we meet in the street. We confide in friends. We offer support to those who stir our compassion by seeming to need our help or sympathy We share our beliefs with those with whom we feel something in common.

Poets mostly write down their thoughts in private, but feel a strong need to share those thoughts. “Is there anyone else out there who feels like this?” Is that why we need to publish what we have written?

Publication represents the overcoming of fear. Poet entrust their thoughts to the kindness of their public. Will that hope, that trust, be fulfilled?

I offer “Late Starter” in the hope that it will.