This was a project I did basically during the pandemic. I started writing a poem a day. Once ‘real life’ started again it got harder to write everyday, which is interesting.
Is there a well of
ideas that finally
will run dry one day?
Will you live your life
in a world out your windows
or one in your screens?
Can you find a space
maybe a hushed tiny one
to hear your own heart?
Sometimes standing still,
stopping to hear the inside,
starts the way forward.
When a miracle
unfolds in one small moment
do you notice it?
Open the front door
allowing the breeze to blow
into your true home.
Find some quiet time
to examine the inside
of your own dear heart.
Imagine two boats
floating down a long river
not tethered
but together.
Is there a feeling
more gorgeous than a warm day
blowing a cool breeze?
Choose one small moment,
ask yourself one small question —
what does love look like?
Dive into the sea
of the moment and allow
the water of time.
Is it lack of time
or loss of courage
constraining your life?
What if every answer
to every question
was being told to us
by the chirp of the birds?
Perhaps a small poem,
like a quiet shared smile,
reminds us
we are not alone.
Why would you want to
capture a miracle by
building a word cage?
Is there any sound
more soothing than the beat of
a listening heart?
Are you waiting for
the future to invite you
to your own party?
Can you hear the sound
of the day waking up and
offering you hope?