It Could Be
A poem
It Could Be
a smile or a poem. Or new day light
that finds you through an open
window. Or, perhaps, remembering
that tomorrow was never promised.
It could be the scent
of baking bread, the first chill
of autumn that has you reaching
for your favorite wool sweater. Or maybe
it’s the noticing of how easily
red maple becomes and lets go.
It could be taking today off
to be still, to un-know,
to notice. To practice loosening
your troubled grip
because grace can never
be gripped or grabbed.
It could be choosing
softness in a world grown hard
because you’re tired of hurting
and being hurt and mercy
is the best kind of medicine.
It could be an invitation to gather
around the listening table
where every color is beautiful, where
there is no blame,
no shame, no them—no other.
It could be
It could be any of these things
or no thing at all, that remind you that, really,
only a few things matter—
Food. Trees. Words. Love. Mostly love.
Above poem is one of 99 poems in my book "Staying in Love"
To listen to the audio version of “It Could Be,” (read by me) & for an invitation to write, click below….