Am I a Poet?

As I sit to write, a blank canvas appears in my head. I have no idea what im doing, just writing gibberish while thinking of the next line, yet im saying nothing in the process. So am I a poet if I can write a bunch of words and phrases in a flowing patten, and if I move my hands just right will it make your idea of what im saying just a little bit deeper, as if it was some what meaningful. Well let me practice now... as I look up to the sky, I believe I can fly, as the birds soar by, oh my! Well i tried...to be a poet I mean; and if I were to keep imbellishing my story you would think it had depth to the meaning or message, but really it didn't! So now im going to claim to be a poet, and yes, I was successful. Now as I say goodbye I guess i'll go and try... skying... looks easy enough, I mean, becoming a poet was, so why not try to ski and be free, as the open air that flows as a breeze because it sees me flying though it, on the snow, wouldn't you know.... I just went sking!!!