To celebrate, here is a poem that for me fits also in the innovation and improvement workplace. Poetry is about disconnecting the brain and triggering feelings. Does the poem below mean anything to you? What can we learn from it about how it feels to be an innovator?
Your mauve face squared to the sun,
velvet soft, centred with cream
atop delicate stalks.
- a wild viola.
Alone in the cracks of the flagstones
thrusting between cement crusts
strikingly out of place
- a solitary beacon.
I watch as pedestrians acknowledge you,
stepping aside, bowing to your bravery;
you bruise gently
- a defiant messenger.
You shiver as the shadows pass.
I came back the next day;
you had hung on
- a dusty viola