“Editors just don’t like this type of thing” – that was the reply when I sent this “meta-poem” to my mentor. Editors…those would-be creative types who would like to see the product, not the process of the creation of the product. That’s just too messy. Sometimes, we can come to terms with the vision, and then it’s not so messy. It begins to make sense. It makes sense that the world needs poetry and music and sculpture and paintings and dance, as much as the world needs bake sales and traffic cops and people who make those little ceramic things at the top of the telephone poles. But, few of us wake up one morning and just know that we’re artists and find peace in that. The messy part is coming around to it, fighting with it, struggling against it, and then…accepting it. This poem is about that. It’s for all the visionaries who’ve struggled. May you find acceptance. We need you.