I'm not a girl you write poems about.  Maybe limericks.  Maybe.  But I'm not a sonnets, or villanelles or even a free verse kind of girl.

So earlier this week, when one of my friends from Maine sent me a haiku he'd written for me about my time in Maine, I was taken aback.  Perhaps nobody told him I'm not that girl.

Here is what he wrote:

my friend finds her way
taken far from camp and kin
engaging the mist

Naturally, I love it.  The first line alone is really perfect.

I am going to print it on a nice piece of paper and frame it.  

Because when someone writes you a poem especially one that doesn't start with "There once was a girl from...", you have to give it the honor it deserves.