The idea comes from Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bones: a poetry stall where people request a poem, and poets write the poem then give it away. It’s about not letting your writing get too precious and cooped up. During the Pen & Inkling Festival last weekend, we had a “zen writing” table, where poets wrote a poem for a $1 or $2 donation to the PEI Writers’ Guild. During my stint, I engaged a young man in conversation and discovered he worked for the Sierra Club, something to do with October 24th, a day to raise awareness about climate change. When he said something about 350 parts per million, he lost me. “I couldn’t write a poem about that,” I said. But a moment later, I joked, “If you pay the $2, I could.” So he did. The topic: How I Feel About Climate Change. I wrote a poem, not a great one. (I usually do from 3 – 30 drafts on a poem before leaving it to face the world.) When I tried to give it to him later, he looked at me with gentle eyes and asked if I could give the poem to a stranger on the street. And I did. I have no idea what the young woman walking slowly along Victoria Row thought of me as I gave her the poem and explained why I was giving it to her, but may it do some good in the world, of what nature, who can tell?