This weekend I emptied my pockets and found a poem. It was by Edna St. Vincent Millay (one of my favorites) and was called Afternoon on a Hill. The first line is “I will be the gladdest thing under the sun.” The poem stayed in my pocket on “Poem in Your Pocket Day.” But it didn’t matter. Poetry was shared and recited and celebrated. Each child had a poem in his or her pocket. Parents came and joined us for coffee, doughnuts, and joy. They had poems in their pockets too. It was busy and boisterous. It was poetry. And I was the gladdest thing under the sun.