There are good people everywhere.
Better than that.
Everyone is changing,
like the glint of the sun reflected on the ocean:
a thousand slivers of light
wiggling gently
taking shape,
disbanding,
coming back together,
And, each one of us,
A god for all the others.
With the vibrations in our voice,
with the tiny muscles in our face,
with our hands,
attached to arms,
attached to thought,
we can tremble the waters.
We can move the sun.