In the rush of a Tuesday, we forget that poetry lives in the cracks. You don’t need a candlelit dinner or a vineyard in Tuscany to say something lush. You can do it while reaching for the milk at the grocery store.
Try it today. Look at someone you love—a partner, a friend, a barista—and find one tiny, overlooked detail. Tell them it reminds you of amber, or silk, or the sound of ocean waves. Watch their face change. You’re not just saying a word; you’re handing them a small, sparkling thing.
And maybe, just maybe, they’ll start seeing their own reflection a little bit differently. Because isn’t that the whole point? To remind each other that we are all, in some way, a little bit of poetry waiting to be read aloud.
