Look at Me!
The apple holds itself together,
with a core stuffed with seeds,
each one full of possibility
that cry out in whispered hope,
Look at me, I could be a tree!
That first class I had nothing
bits of old furniture, a few boxes,
barely enough to feed myself, and I too
whispered out all my dreams,
Look at me, I could be something!
One class turned to two,
then full-time, a term, a year
and then my degree
I was a tiny seed hoping to become a tree
Yes, look at me!
Hopeless
cold
dead
unending
night desolate
yellow
daffodil
tenacious
punching upwards
Hope once more
The author, Linda Abajian, recently returned to college and am almost done with the poetry class taught by Jose Chaves.
“It is a great class! Here is my poem about possibility.”