Poetry for Strangers is about finding inspiration in community, in people, in the chance encounters of everyday life. PFS suggests that every person can be a “muse” of a poem. Every week of this year I will ask a stranger for a single word and then write a poem inspired by the word. I invite you to do the same.

Share your poem on this week’s word!



 

We went to get our flu shots with the usual promise of ice cream after. Becca, who held the syringes, offered us so much love. She allowed my daughter to make choices about how to receive her shot, and she chatted with my son in a disarming manner, full of laughter and ease. My babies were their bravest selves, for courage is easiest when met with kindness.

The Stranger: Becca

The Word: Love

The poem I wrote:

When you live a hundred years
sometimes you are human
other times purest animal.
Travel and books make
the human outlines
brighter. We misbehave
because we are everything:
but it matters not at all.
To love the world fulltime
is our best and most difficult job.

The Challenge: Do you have a poem in you on this word? Write one here.