Swell you can dream more the earth swells seeds pop I glance at the prize eyes closed in the glancing It's not a time to run I wear soft shoes and it took a long time to walk here Insects nudge me in my dreams like the 5 honey bees plus the strange one Intelligent bee glances buzzing to say Let me out The fake lights confuse us confuses the source Worker bee buzzed my neck directly me not turning off lamps fast enough Please just open the door to the sun
Copyright © 2011 by Hoa Nguyen. Used with permission of the author.
She hangs onto sadness
the way somebody else treads water
waiting for the world
to see how much she hurts from family
madness pierced her rib cage
twenty years ago
And she’ll continue to compete as Victim
until she finally receives a gold
medallion for her suffering
or a truly purple heart complete
so that she can hang that up
move right along
Copyright © 2017 by the June M. Jordan Literary Estate. Used with the permission of the June M. Jordan Literary Estate, www.junejordan.com.
Some people presume to be hopeful
when there is no evidence for hope,
to be happy when there is no cause.
Let me say now, I’m with them.
In deep darkness on a cold twig
in a dangerous world, one first
little fluff lets out a peep, a warble,
a song—and in a little while, behold:
the first glimmer comes, then a glow
filters through the misty trees,
then the bold sun rises, then
everyone starts bustling about.
And that first crazy optimist, can we
forgive her for thinking, dawn by dawn,
“Hey, I made that happen!
And oh, life is so fine.”
Copyright © 2022 by Kim Stafford. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on April 27, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.