Potential

Here is what I came up with for our metaphor poem, with potential as the subject.

Potential

It’s the tip of the sun on the horizon
As an unknown day begins to unfold

It’s the first few notes of a brand new song
However beautiful or catchy they may be

It’s the King/Seven you see in one hand
As you rummage through your dwindling chip stack with the other

It’s the first chapter of a fresh book
The one that doesn’t yet make sense

It’s the light bulb that turns on in your head
As your heart starts beating faster

It’s a blank sheet of paper
With so many things to become

It’s the first firework of a fiery show
The one everyone was expecting, but never saw coming

It’s the ball dropping as seconds pass
The end of an adventure and the opening of another

It’s a child’s mind taking it all in
But not yet knowing exactly what to do with it

It’s the dress rehearsal for the final performance
Or the warm-up for the game everyone’s been waiting for

It’s the smile on her face
As you walk her to her door after a lovely night

That’s potential