I have a poem delivered to my Inbox every morning, thanks to Poets.org and I'm always grateful for the beauty this sleek little package adds to my day. I consider, at times, what a mess the internet can be -- the ugliness it puts on display, the unkindness that can be spread, the fights that are started on its playgrounds, the temptations it can stir up in us to prove to the whole world that we are right and they are wrong.
But then, but then ... it can also do this.
It can bring me a poem a day. Gently drop off a bit of loveliness, a dash of magic.
And I love it for that. Because you can never have too much coffee (no, coffee's not mentioned in the poem -- that's my addition), too much poetry, or too much magic.
This Magic Moment
by David Kirby
Poetry does make things happen. A friend says, “I wanted
to let you know that my stepfather is chattering like
a schoolboy about a poem of yours on my Facebook page.
This may not seem like much to you, but this guy has been
giving me a hard time since I was two. You built a bridge
between people who never understood each other before.”
How’d that happen? Magic, that’s how. I know the poem
(Read the rest here, at Poets.org.)