I came across this poem recently tucked deep in a file on my computer I called “Remembering.” I know nothing about the author Jonathan Leavy,* or how this poem found me. It must have been one of those emails that went around the block a few times. Written on the morning of the famous 2004 presidential election, I saved it no doubt because of the timeless and hopeful beauty of its message.
(The original title “Regardless of Who Becomes President” could easily be adapted with something more current).
“The breeze will still move the clouds
and cause my windchime to sing.
The sun will still warm our planet
and give me hope for each new day.
The plants in my yard will still grow
yielding blossoms, lemons and strawberries.
The moon will still circle us all in cycles
reminding us of times to be full, mostly present, inspiring and hidden.
Animals will still touch my heart, both out in the wild,
on our neighborhood street and in our home.
Music will still make me dance and cry.
Voices will still make songs and sermons.
Bodies will still create, and recreate, and want to help other bodies.
Stories will still be told, over the phone, the internet and around fires.
Glaciers will still carve the earth.
Brooks will still babble.
The tides will ebb.
And I will still dream.”
– Jonathan Leavy,* November 3, 2004, 8 am
* If anyone has any information about this poet, please let me know and I’ll update this post with a proper credit. (I tried Googling him and came up empty).
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