The poet decided to go on a quest. She said out loud to the empty room (because there was no one else to talk to):

"I must find poetry." She stood quiet for a moment, listening for an answer, but there was none. So she began to pack.

She packed very little. She had always wanted to be the kind of person who travelled light. Just the clothes on her back, a small bag packed with a few necessities, some money to buy food along the way, and of course, some paper and the box of pencils. Just in case. The poet took one last look at her little house, and then turned resolutely away and walked out through the door.

She stepped out into the wide world.