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HOMEPAGE2020-12-02T13:55:42-08:00

WHY I WRITE A POEM A DAY

In a quest to find more joy in the tedious rhythm of my life as a new mother, I vowed to write a poem every day that year to train myself to observe the world around me. That was 10 years ago, and I never stopped. May this space inspire you to notice the ordinary moments in your own days and find them suddenly bright with wonder.

TODAY’S POEM

The gift of winter rain

We are in a season so wet
even our imaginations
have forgotten what it feels like
to be dry.

The ground is a sponge
sucking at our boots,

and our shoulders have crept up,
as though the water will spare us
if we are stiff.

But as I walk through the forest
I stop for a moment
to appreciate how the rain
has made new paths in the earth
and how there are suddenly
a million shades of green.

I take my hood off
and I let my shoulders drop.

I’ve lived here for so long
and yet I’ve never taken the rain up
on its offer to do the same to me.

When I get home,
my family sees how wet I am
but it takes them days to notice
that my mind has carved new patterns
and how I carry
a million fresh shades
of hope.

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