The trouble with poetry is that sometimes, often it likes to hear itself talk too much with words no one understands with metaphors about beaches and rockets and how they relate to love and loss just to make the poet feel superior to the reader and the reader to hate poetry
I wrote the poem, realized I had heard the title somewhere before, realized it was Billy Collins, listened to him read it on YouTube and got to the part where he talks about breaking in to everyone else's poetry with flashlights and ski masks and knew it was ok.