Waves go in, waves go out,

Sea gulls fly over,

Clouds heap up like meringue,

Children laugh and adults smile.

 

Luna sniffs her way along water’s edge,

Timid at first, then a bit braver.

So many new sights and smells,

So much gratitude for what this world offers.

 

And yet somewhere, someone

Is thinking about shooting innocents

to satisfy a growing loneliness,

a burning hatred of all who differ.

 

Leaders across the globe heap blame,

never taking accountability for what

their ugly words might awaken

in the dark depth of their followers.

 

And yet, a woman sees a flyer in Starbucks

That inspires her to give

A kidney to a stranger.

Waves go in, waves go out.

Waves go in, waves go out.