"A great deal of light falls on everything." The obsession of capturing that embrace is a motivation for every photographer. Unfortunately nature does not unfurl that moment in a fixed schedule. Similarly, the task of being a poet is not completed at constant schedule. No one is a poet from eight to twelve and from two to six. Whoever is a poet is one always, and continually assaulted by poetry. I suppose a painter feels that colors and shapes are besieging him. Or a musician feels that the strange world of sounds--the strangest world of art--is always seeking him out, that there are melodies and dissonance always looking for him. Same applies for a true scientist who is constantly mauled by the joy of creativity and passion.
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