The Power of Short Words
Here we like to learn. Here we like to prove. Here we like to win, dream, and walk to class with buds in our ears and heads turned down. It is cold. We do not look up to see the boys and girls who walk past rushed–Those like us and those not like us. We do not like the boys and girls that we can’t make sense of. We hold hands with the boys and girls who wear the same coats as us. We live in isolating bubbles.
There are good things here too. Warm drinks warm hearts in shops that like to play New York. The sun breaks through the clouds. It makes the boys and girls come out to play. Buds spring up to bring joy. The grass says, “Lay in me.” We hold hands the same way we used to, but there are more of us now. The sun makes all the boys and girls look at more boys and girls and think of what it would be like to be those boys and girls who love and learn and dream in ways not like the ways we are used to.
I thank the sun for this. I thank God for this. I pray that we can pop the bubbles.