Despite the evidence against it
my father’s voice in my head or the weight on my shoulders
the crick in my neck
I still believe that people are good
it might be because of the two women in central park
who are sweating to death in their crisp pantsuits
who giggle nervously between themselves for 6 whole minutes
before sidling up to a stranger and asking to play with his dog
Or maybe it’s the group of teenage boys in the airport
who can’t stop laughing and it rings with sincerity you only see in stolen moments |
and in London where everyone wears grey
there is a woman with yellow pants
and the man on the phone starts the conversation with
“man fuck you” and ends with “please get home safe”
the woman sitting on the hostel floor in Amsterdam tells me about the soulmate she met on the bus
from Spain this morning and
will never see again but she says it will all be okay
as long as she can find someone to dance with tonight
and my sister studies plants for the joy of it
and my mother keeps breathing through the divorce
and I am in real love for the first time in my life and he texts me good morning and I have so much joy
and finally
places to put it
and I always root for loose change in my pockets for those who ask
and kind words under my tongue
for those in need
and my heart has been broken and love still blooms here I am still garden despite the floods
and the only other woman in the bar in Budapest walks through life
in a different language but with the same tone
and she tells me I am something special
and I tell her she is lying to
and she grins so wide and it’s like god looking right at me and she says maybe!
Bella I could be lying about everything
we all could be
and my name passed her lips which means
in this version of the universe she knows my name
and whether it matters or not I am part this is a part of our little stories now
and we will never see each other again
and we dance and drink to that
to the simple and spectacular
to the good and good enough
small and wonderful
us