High Hopes by Naomi Shihab Nye
I just realized we’re way overdue for another one from NSN! I’ve read this poem before, but revisiting it just reminds me how much I absolutely love NSN. This is short, simple, and perfectly descriptive of how I’ve felt sometimes when my high hopes didn’t come to fruition.
High Hopes
By Naomi Shihab Nye
It wasn’t that they were so
high, exactly,
they were more
low-down,
close-to-the-ground,
I could rub them
the way you touch a cat
that rubs against your ankles
even if he isn’t yours.
So yes I feel lonely without them.
Now that I know the truth,
that I only dreamed someone liked me,
the cat has curled up in a bead of leaves
against the house and I still have to do
everything I had to do before
without a secret hum
inside.
Current Tea: winter dreams (black tea with chocolate flavoring and peppermint leaves)
