Often we barely notice how much good is around us
how much good is in a single breath
or in a single step
How much good is in the cool air
that whips through our ears
and lifts up our hair
and leaves our noses red in the fall.
How much good there is in it all
In the early mornings
and the late evenings
when you first wake up
or slip back into sleep
when you splash water over your face
or when you brush your teeth,
the feeling of a warm dry towel
after emerging from the shower.
Often we barely notice when we are walking
all the faces that we pass.
All the bodies we brush against.
We forget they each have their own stories
their own beautiful lives
we don't notice that simply lifting our heads
and looking out at the sea of people
is viewing all of the world's history
in a single moment.
And often we barely notice how nice it is
to know something, to learn something
to have classes to go to.
To have homework to have to do.
Or how nice it is
The feeling of the rain
inside your bones and outside your window
walking around shrouded in a haze
all day.
Or laughter, the sweet sound
that rings through our ears
and tightens our stomachs
and makes us for a moment
ecstatic to be alive.
Or the sweet sound of music
accompanying a car ride
or a train ride
or a walk:
The way our strides fall into beat
and we look around as if the lyrics
know exactly what is going on in our life.
Maybe it's the feeling of a hug
from your mother or a past lover
a manifest expression of
it-will-all-be-ok.
Because it will all be ok
if we take the time to notice
often we never notice because
we don't take the time to notice
the good
in the bad
or the good in the good
or the good in the everyday
in between.