Poem: December 29, 2019

Prolific

May we all be prolific
in the new year.

Prolific in our laughter.
Prolific in our hand-holding.
Prolific in our gratitude.

May we be, of course,
prolific writers who write
letters and poems,
text messages and songs.

But may we also be
prolific tinkerers and lovers
and cocktail mixers.

May our hands be prolific
in their sculpting and painting,
in their cooking of meals,
in their planting
and dealing cards.

And may our feet be prolific
along wooded paths,
in foreign cities and
back and forth from
pier to shore.

And may those same feet
dance prolifically
the waltz and fox trot.

May we wonder prolifically
and be prolific in our curiosity,
in our excitement and
in our passion and in our
attention to one another.

May we kiss prolifically and
be prolific in our remembrances
and devotions.

May we be prolific
in our learning and our wisdom
and in the application of both.

May we enjoy prolific
friendships, old and new,

and be prolific in our work
and in our leisure.

And may we experience
prolific joy because we know
we gave entirely of ourselves.