I looked randomly for a poem today and found this one by Frank O’Hara. It seemed to fit the idea of today and the randomness of it. Getting settled back into a routine of reading and writing is one that brings about a certain feeling of randomness and surprises. There is some beauty in those surprises, just like there is in a poem.
Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas!
You really are beautiful! Pearls,
harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins! all
the stuff they’ve always talked about
still makes a poem a surprise!
These things are with us every day
even on beachheads and biers. They
do have meaning. They’re strong as rocks.