“there’ll be days like this my momma said.”
when you open your hands to catch
& wind up with only blisters & bruises,
when you step out of the phone booth & try to fly
& the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape,
when your boots will fill with rain & you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment
& those are the very days you have all the more reason to say “thank you,”
because there is nothing more beautiful than the way
the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline
no matter how many times it’s sent away."
Sarah Kay. (see the whole poem)
"Ideas won't keep; something must be done about them."