I read certain poets when I was younger, and I look back and think, "Oh, that was my Bukowski phase, my Rimbaud phase." Ondaatje's poems, though, resonate through an entire life. I find that, in different moments, I pick up his work and there's another line or another poem that will hit me as it never did before. And one that once meant so much will turn into confetti again. His poetry takes you into everyday life through colorful wings and cotton ball dreams, until you land back on the pavement of reality.