Even if I admit to being deeply moved by Amanda Gorman’s The Hill We Climb , delivered with such stirring passion at President Biden’s inauguration, poems are still not my thing. And even if I have a favorite poem that I’ll read again and again, specifically The Calf-Path by Sam Foss, poetry does not regularly call me to read or write in any of its forms. Counting syllables to create a meaningful haiku does not feel like fun. Even if I wanted to write more ambitious poems, I’d have to go back and learn the basics all over again. Any little thing I might have learned from my college class has long ago been deleted from memory. For me, National Poetry Month is less exciting than some of the other national month options. Did you know that April is also National Fresh Celery Month? I thought not. I love celery, especially with cream cheese. Or peanut butter. April is also National Humor Month. Humor has carried me through the last year via television comedy and the antics of my cat and do...