Today, in honor of the potential luckiness of the number 13, I was challenged to write a poem that, like the example poem here, joyfully states that “Everything is Going to Be Amazing.”

Sometimes, good fortune can seem impossibly distant, but even if you can’t drum up the enthusiasm to write a riotous pep-talk, perhaps you can muse on the possibility of good things coming down the track.

As they say, “the sun will come up tomorrow,” and if nothing else, this world offers us the persistent possibility of surprise

Hum of Hope

I heard 
the low steady, 
insuppressible hum;
it was always running 
like a droning dial tone 
from days gone by.

Many people 
looked curiously at me
because they heard
only silence.

But I am a gatekeeper 
with a finely tuned ear.

The cadence careens
down the halls, 
dashing into rooms,
echoing with memories, 
with experience, 
and with desire.

The hum of hope,
is my song;
it is the vibrance 
of being alive—
my joy 
that cannot 
be hushed.

—cjpjordan