This year, I’d like to start a new series of posts called “Inspiration Point” where I will share some of the words and experiences that inspire me. Here is one of my hopes for the new year:
Famous
by Naomi Shihab Nye
The loud voice is famous to silence,
which knew it would inherit the earth
before anybody said so.
The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds
watching him from the birdhouse.
The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek.
The idea you carry close to your bosom
is famous to your bosom.
The boot is famous to the earth,
more famous than the dress shoe,
which is famous only to floors.
The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it
and not at all famous to the one who is pictured.
I want to be famous to shuffling men
who smile while crossing streets,
sticky children in grocery lines,
famous as the one who smiled back.
I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,
or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,
but because it never forgot what it could do.
-“Famous” from Words Under the Words: Selected Poems (Portland, Oregon: Far Corner Books, 1995). {I heard this beautiful poem read out loud, so I am citing this book as a source based on www.poetryfoundation.org)
