The birds are famous to the sky
The silent thoughts are famous to the mind,
Which flit around like a hummingbird
The squirrels are famous to the dog,
barking at the trunk of their tree
The soft coos are famous to the baby in its mother's arms
The kindness in your smile is famous to their hearts
The open field is famous to the sun
more famous to it than the covered forest floor
which is famous to cold dampness
The man is famous to the street
but not at all famous to himself
I want to be famous to unfamiliar faces
a person stuck in traffic next to me
a kid crying over a lost balloon
famous as the one who made a glum moment bright
I want to be famous like the humble zipper,
or the universal string, not because they did one big thing,
but they can do many little things,
and they are still proud of what they are.