Last Friday I wrote about the big thing I was getting ready to do – swim the 3.6 km around the Busselton Jetty, in an annual race.
On Sunday I did that big thing – and came out of the water feeling accomplished and pleased that, in spite of having an
interrupted preparation/training this year, I still did a time I was really happy with.
But, that big thing, while it was lovely, was topped off by a seemingly small thing. After the swim, I ran into a friend (hello Julie!) I hadn’t seen for at least two years, who had also swum in the event. That was lovely in itself – but she told me that she had read my poem last Friday, and that while she was swimming it was in her head. Isn’t that just a lovely thing – to think of my swimming poem being in another swimmer’s head as she swam?
Later that day I had a text message from my mum (hi Mum!), who lives two hours away – and she wanted to tell me that she’d dropped in on my Poetry Friday post too, and that she’d been thinking about the poem – and me – while I was swimming. So there was my poem swimming around in Mum’s head too!
On Tuesday I posted my weekly Teacher Tuesday post, which was, perhaps unusually, not about poetry this week. But on Wednesday, at a work meeting, a colleague (and friend – Hi Jane!) told me how much she loved that post – and wished she’d had such a practical strategy when she was a classroom teacher. What a generous piece of feedback.
And later on Wednesday, a swimming friend (who probably isn’t reading this) stopped me after another meeting to make sure I was going to come swimming this morning – which I will be doing just as soon as I get this post up.
Four small moments – small things – that each, for me, meant a lot. People taking the time to say ‘I see you ‘ or ‘I see your work’. Maybe those small things meant so much because in the midst of all that loveliness I was swimming through a super busy week, with some tricky things to navigate. Or maybe those small things meant so much because, actually, small things are really big things in disguise.
I don’t know. But when I sat down to think about what to post today, I decided that small things could be encapsulated in small poems. And I remembered hay(na)ku – which I also call six word poems, and which I have shared before. So here are two hay(na)ku dedicated to those people who brightened my week with their small gestures:
across lyrical seas.
made my day.
And then, because I had written two, I was on a roll and couldn’t help but write two more, about other small things that made me smile this week.
My heart fills.
a living flower.
If you haven’t guessed it , a hay(na)ku is a poem with really only one rule – it has six words (1 word, then two then 3). Small poems, butt hey can say an awful lot.
Now I’m off for that first-thing-Friday swim. How lucky am I? And later I’ll be swimming across the Poetry Friday waves, checking out what my poetic friends have to offer this week. The round up is hosted by Molly – swim on over and ride those waves.