What's In YOUR Pocket?

Today is Poem in Your Pocket day. I had planned to carry A Prayer in Spring by Robert Frost, but when I woke up I decided I needed a little hope, so I'm carrying Emily Dickinson.

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I ’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

What's in YOUR pocket?