I don’t believe in getting it right,
That detours are bad, in mistakes that are fatal.
I don’t believe in owning clothes I don’t wear,
Not singing along, or keeping treasures
Locked in the garage for later.
I believe that we should buy flowers as if
Every day is a celebration,
And clear our shelves now and then
To make room for surprises that still await us.
I believe in strangers I haven’t met yet,
Tossing words to the sky, and the slow hope of change.
Mostly, I believe that everything ordinary is a miracle
If we adjust our glasses and look each other in the eye.