I write

I write
    Most poems grow
Totally and absolutely
    By heat lightning
For myself.

I learned instinctively
    That faint glow of lightning
That the author writes
    Over the mountains
To please himself or herself
    That you don’t hear any thunder with.

/ / /

This is a found poem. Source: McCord, David. “On Writing Poetry.” Innocence and Experience: Essays and Conversations on Children’s Literature, compiled and edited by Barbara Harrison and Gregory Maguire, Lothrop, Lee, & Shepard Books, 1987, pp. 438-439.