To the purveyors of a little kindness, a thank you.
For the salve soothed over the crack and splinter of a day alone –
The love heart swirled through the froth
The change left in the ticket machine
The concrete canvas of a city scribe
The boxes ticked and forms sent (the woman running for her train because she spent a minute more making sure)
The door held open, the smile and nod, the which floor for you, the like your shoes
The here – take two, the thought you’d like, the have a seat, the after you
The footnotes left on midnight posts, the taking time to say me too
– These teeny, tiny affirmations. A human sling for broken bones. The glaze on my mosaic heart.
(For everything he failed to do. I thank you for guiding me through)
A couple of human slings should you need to support an injured part: