Today is Poem in Your Pocket Day, when you are invited to print out or write out a favorite poem and keep it close to you throughout the day. I chose a poem called, eh, “Pockets” by Howard Nemerov.
It’s a new poem to me, but I like the use of pockets as a metaphor here, seen as lonely collectors of stuff — but sort of a “theives’ kitchen” of things that bounce around all day — and which ends with the cool line of, “What is a pocket but a hole?”
What poem will you carry around with you today?
Peace (in the poems),
Kevin