it’s easy to give in to a dispassionate tomorrow
when weapons of war are unshelled like mussels
and bright-eyed coral creatures make their hidden homes in bottle caps.
it’s easy to assure yourself there’s nothing to be done.
“this is the way the world works,” the doubters say,
with silent smiling smirks and pockets overstuffed with excuses, unwilling to believe.
the universe is full of leeches like these, unable to let go of our broken skin.
when dawn appears, it will not be the first time a believer stands and tells the world,
“i vow to simply do better than i did yesterday.”
not out of greed, but empathy
for a world that’s burning for change
and the challenge to make the passionless
passionate again.