Wherever we go, the chance for joy,
whole orchards of amazement—
one more reason to always travel
with our pockets full of exclamation marks,
so we might scatter them for others
like apple seeds.
Some will dry out, some will blow away,
but some will take root
and grow exuberant groves
filled with long thin fruits
that resemble one hand clapping—
so much enthusiasm as they flutter back and forth
that although nothing’s heard
and though nothing’s really changed,
people everywhere for years to come
will swear that the world
is ripe with applause, will fill
their own pockets with new seeds to scatter.
I like that, “pockets full of exclamation marks” — you even turn them organic! I assume the seeds are the little dots at the bottom.
Your poem is a gift of optimism, a scarce commodity in this crazy/scary world. a great metaphor! Thanks!
thank you so much, carol, I was having fun with this one … and yes, it is a crazy, scary world. And darned if there isn’t still an abundance of beauty.
I love this! It reminds me that the chance to sow the seeds of enthusiasm is always present. Thank you!