Looking for Good

 Looking for Good

Standing on the streets of the Ped Mall,

among hundreds of others whose anger

matches my own, in commemoration of

a good woman whose last name was Good,

I feel surrounded by others looking for expression

during these times of chaos and violence.

It is so easy to read the headlines, and

explore the depravity of national officials.

In defense, I try to guide my senses to widen and expand,

wider than politics, wider than war and greed,

wider than our own species. It is with relief

that I bring into focus the trees, the skies, the seasons,

and two fluffy young kitties, curled up at my feet,

innocent and joyful, tumbling around in their world,

caring for each other, purring their contentment.

They are reminders that not everything is corrupted.

It is true that we are probably on the edge

of some sort of collapse. The quickening of

climate change, the abandonment of morality,

the divisiveness of our fellow humans….

It may be too late to save our hospitable earth home.

But every day we can make choices.

Every day we can make sure to see the good.

We can make the choice to care for ourselves and others.

And we can celebrate sunsets, gentle showers, 

roots waiting underground for spring to come,

honking Vs of geese traveling together, and even

beautiful accomplishments from our own species.

Looking for Good, my survival motto.