Days before our field trip to the science center, Mrs. Bermudez tells our class the sun is actually hundreds of times larger than the earth. We move around it. We’re nothing, zooming through dark space, she says, matter-of-factly, as if it didn’t matter that we were no longer the center of our own little worlds. We, with crayons in our hands coloring dittos of the sun and our nine planets. We, at our desks but also helplessly zooming through cold, empty space. I don’t want to believe her; the sun is the size of a sunflower, I insist. I draw lemon-yellow petals around it and color its center sienna brown. The first time I see a lion I am nine years old, my grandfather’s hands holding me back from the cage I want to open. I can still feel his grip and the lion’s eyes staring at me like tiny, amber planets behind bars, asking me to set him free. My first kiss was under the shade of moonlit palms in Janet Carballo’s backyard, exactly two days before the end of the school year. But I’m still feeling the powdery skin behind her earlobes, smelling her strawberry lip gloss and the orange blossoms in the air already thick with summer. I never saw a comet until I was twenty-four, cupped in the darkness of the Everglades and the arms of a man I loved. It was past midnight on a Sunday, I remember; I didn’t go to work the next day. I’m still sleeping with the mangroves and the ibis, under a masterpiece of stars. The comet’s tail a brushstroke of pure, genius light.

These are more than memories. They are what lives--and relives--inside our bodies, in every cell and heartbeat. The undiscovered DNA of our souls imprinted with the minute details of those eternal moments that change our lives, our stories, forever. Sometimes they’re subtle, sometimes dramatic, but we know nothing will ever be the same the instant we experience them. And quite often they are unexpected. On the afternoon of December 12, while casually driving back to my home in Maine, I receive a phone call with the news that I have been chosen as inaugural poet. Bewildered, I first wonder if it could be some cruel joke a friend might be playing on me. You mean like Robert Frost? Like Maya Angelou? I ask, wanting confirmation that what I just heard is true. Yes. Yes, I’m told, as I keep driving down the interstate in a daze, trying to speak, trying to fathom what has just happened. But I know. My body knows it’s the most important moment of my life as a poet, a day by which I will mark the rest of my life, the day I learned that I will be named the fifth poet ever in our history to be US Inaugural Poet.

I’m asked by the Presidential Inaugural Committee to write not one but three poems in three weeks. Quite a challenge. But before any apprehension or pressure sets in, the world I move through is transfixed by my jubilation and astonishment: one by one the birches along the highway turn from silver to gold; the bare-branched oaks traced with snow become perfectly balanced sculptures; and the highway stretches right into the sun. I begin the poem in my mind as I drive, musing over a flood of lines and images. But then I catch my eyes in the rearview mirror, and it becomes a portal into my past. In my reflection I see my father holding my hand for the last time, as he is quietly dying in the spare room of the house where he raised me. His eyes blink forever once: goodbye; twice: forgive me; three times: I won’t be back. Gone, into the space beyond the sun and stars. I think of him, my mother, my grandparents--their courage and sacrifices, all their struggles and hard work to make a better life in America for themselves and for my brother and me. Overcome by a wave of immense gratitude, I pull off the highway, step out of the car, and sit on the shoulder, leaning against the car door. Looking into the sky, the sun becomes a sunflower again. This is because of them . . . I keep thinking and repeating . . . because of them . . . all because of them . . .

"A moving, intimate memoir. . . . This is a book not just about one poet's journey but about the power of poetry to capture moments, to transform lives, and to illuminate truths." -Anderson Cooper

"In this charming and engrossing book Richard Blanco trances his personal and literary development that led to his appointment as the inaugural poet. The high drama here is the backstage look into the pressure and process of writing the poem itself and the thrill of reading it to the world." -Billy Collins, former US Poet Laureate

"Like the inaugural poem he wrote for our country, Richard Blanco's moving story speaks to the amazing American spirit in all of us who keep dreaming, persevering, exploring, and creating." -Gloria Estefan

"A testament to the strength and significance of poetry in American culture, something not always seen or easily measured. This book is a necessary intervention into the ongoing conversation about the role of poetry in public life." -Natasha Trethewey, US Poet Laureate

"Richard Blanco's journey is America's journey. This great book-a must-read-allows us see this country in a completely new and exciting way." -Jorge Ramos

"In a testament to the beauty of the American spirit, Richard Blanco recounts his inspiring journey-from the traditions of his childhood to the magic of a historic presidential inauguration. Through the lens of this one man's amazing personal journey, we are transfixed by another uniquely American story." -Democratic Leader Nancy Pelosi

"Blanco showed great courage…and it's courage that is the most important of all virtues because without courage, you can't practice any other virtue consistently." -Dr. Maya Angeleou

"Richard's story is at once deeply personal and uniquely, universally American. The specifics of our lives may not be the same, but we all share a relationship with a country that is an ongoing work in progress, and as Richard elegantly reveals through his experiences, what we do defines that work for those who follow. America shapes the people within her, and in return we shape America. This is a portrait of a nation and its people, each working to make the other better." -Anthony D. Romero, executive director of the American Civil Liberties Union

"‘Every story begins inside a story that's already begun by others,' Inaugural Poet Richard Blanco tells us, and in this lovely, layered memoir he brings us into his story and makes it ours. We are there with Richard as his family comes to America, as his partner Mark prepares him to voice his images and words, and as his Inaugural poem celebrates the us that make the country and the day and the hope. Blanco writes of America, family, and, through all, love, and it is the beautiful story of all of us that day and every today." -Evan Wolfson, founder and president of Freedom to Marry

"Richard Blanco's memoir is breathtaking; a new paradigm of the American dream. Blanco constructs a moving manifesto in support of human rights and humanity writ large. For All of Us, One Today is a societal call-to-action for the soul and spirit. I repeat: breathtaking". -Timothy Gunn, Project Runway

"As one of only five poets in U.S. history to have presented a poem at a Presidential Inauguration, Richard Blanco has rare insight into poetry's power to create a vision for the future and engage a contemporary American audience. The process of writing and then delivering one of the most important occasional poems in our history led Blanco to a new understanding of himself and our country, and gave him ‘hope for poetry in America.' May poets, teachers, and readers heed Blanco's call for more poetry in our nation's classrooms and for poetry's greater presence on the American cultural landscape." -Jennifer Benka, American Academy of Poets

"With grace and humility, Richard Blanco tells a captivating story about being chosen to become the poet at President Obama's inauguration. It's an honor that changed his life and made all of us in Maine intensely proud. The beauty and eloquence of Richard's poems together with his inspiring story make this a very special book." -Congresswoman Chellie Pingree (D-Maine)