I’m revealing a secret.

Poems About Cheese isn’t really about cheese.

And it’s not really about poems either.

Poems About Cheese is about living a real life.

It’s a smoke signal of sorts —

Do you ever feel like you were born and then immediately thrown onto a moving train?

Like life is already moving, like there are these stations where you’re expected to get out — like you’re supposed to switch lines here and there and if you make one misstep you ruin the whole journey?

I don’t want to be on a stupid metaphorical train I didn’t choose.

I want to be in a metaphorical field, squishing my toes in some metaphorical green grass — I want to be doing something as slow and as lovely and as kind as possible.

And maybe I can’t always get completely off the crazy train and into that squishy green grass, but I can for sure rebel in my own way.

I can do weird little things that make me happy and maybe make others happier and maybe make this world a little more lovely at the same time.

I can invite and encourage others to do the same.

This year, this is my smoke signal. A poem about cheese, every single day.

Not because I like writing poems ( I do)

Not because I like cheese (I do)

A daily cheese poem because that feels slow and lovely and kind.

A daily cheese poem because it feels like squishing my toes in that metaphorical green grass.

A daily cheese poem because it feels like telling that crazy train to shove off without me.

I hope you’ll help me spread some cheese vibes.

– Stevie