I quite enjoyed reading this poem. I found it in the opening pages of Hallelujah Anyway-Rediscovering Mercy by Anne Lamott. Beauty is found in these words with the small ripple of hope! By the way Anne Lamott's book was fab, loads of great insights, at times I was laughing with her humor and understood what she meant about Japan.
by Naomi Shihbah Nye
"The river is famous to the fish.
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,