I hope you all have a fantastic weekend planned.
Today’s poem is by a new poet for me, Eve Merriam. Eve Merriam was an American poet and writer.
On the pad of my thumb
are whorls, whirls, wheels
in a unique design:
What a treasure to own!
My own flesh, my own feelings.
No other, however grand or base,
can ever contain the same.
thumbing the pages of my time.
My universe key,
I am myself,
of all my atom parts I am the sum.
And out of my blood and my brain
I make my own interior weather,
my own sun and rain.
Imprint my mark upon the world
whatever I shall become.