I love poetry, and I seem to gravitate toward poems with themes about embracing now, and celebrating little moments. Like this moment.
And then this one.
And the next.
And the one after that.
Yeah, you got me. That’s the kind of poem I love.
Now here’s another one.
You Reading This, Be Ready
Starting here, what do you want to remember?
How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?
What scent of old wood hovers, what softened
sound from outside fills the air?
Will you ever bring a better gift for the world
than the breathing respect that you carry
wherever you go right now? Are you waiting
for time to show you some better thoughts?
When you turn around, starting here, lift this
new glimpse that you found; carry into evening
all that you want from this day. The interval you spent
reading or hearing this, keep it for life —
What can anyone give you greater than now,
starting here, right in this room, when you turn around?