“And now for our (optional) prompt! Today, in honor of the potential luckiness of the number 13, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like the example poem here, joyfully states that “Everything is Going to Be Amazing.” Sometimes, good fortune can seem impossibly distant, but even if you can’t drum up the enthusiasm to write yourself a riotous pep-talk, perhaps you can muse on the possibility of good things coming down the track. As they say, “the sun will come up tomorrow,” and if nothing else, this world offers us the persistent possibility of surprise.”
Gonna be my lucky day every single
year. My birthday. How else could a birthday be?
Well, it could be raining. Those April showers, ya know.
Could be snow. Ottawa, after all. Or it could be just plain
beautiful. Was hoping to go for dinner, after all this time
pandemicked and isolated, Zooming everywhere, going
nowhere. Didn’t happen. Still, the thought of those fajitas…
well mouth watered anyway. So I look on the bright side—
I could be dead. Makes slightly under the weather look okay!
Healthy, even! I could run a marathon! Oh. Maybe not that,
but I could watch a marathon of tv shows, binge Netflix,
chow down on choco and corn puffs, live it up, girl!
But next week, fajitas for sure!
Carol A. Stephen
April 13, 2022