Sunday, August 19, 2018

small things

I hope I never get tired
of the night sky,
of thunderstorms,
the world coming alive at sunrise.

I hope I never get tired
of watching cream make galaxies in my coffee
of hope in strangers eyes,
the power of a simple laugh.

This world is ugly.

And I hope I never grow to be a human
who can no longer see the small beautiful things.