Right now I feel like I often do when backstage at a talk, or in the studio waiting to go on the air. I sit quietly and contemplate what I will be talking about and how it may influence the audience. Those moments are quite peaceful now (not like 20 years ago when I was just a twisted up bundle of nerves)

Then, it happens, someone comes into the green room (or whatever) and says, "Excuse me, Mr. Bowen, it's time." At those moments I like to close my eyes and, in the most juvenile manner, pretend I am a rock star. Ha ha. Of course I am being facetious.

Anyway, this is how I feel with POET right now. Here I sit in my peaceful corner, waiting for the door to open. I can hear the faint roar of the crowd and know my time has come.