This is the tiny moth who lives on tears,
Who drinks like a deer at the gleaming pool
At the edge of the sleeper’s eyes, the touch
Of its mouth as light as a cloud’s reflection.

In your dreams, a moonlit figure appears
at your bedside and touches your face.
He asks if he might share the poor bread
of your sorrow. You show him the table.

The two of you talk long into the night,
but by morning the words are forgotten.
You awaken serene, in a sunny room,
rubbing the dust of his wings from your eyes.

~From Delights & Shadows, by Ted Kooser, Poet Laureate of the United States (2004-2006), winner of the Pulitzer Prize for this collection of poems.

Poetry was ruined for me back in school. Until I discovered Mr. Kooser.