I sit with my coffee and think
you can handle it
sit and see
the little things like
people are much more
available now
greet each other
see single mothers
maybe
through a respecting lens
let not slide through their hands every
opportunity for real contact
Appreciate
the helping offers
of their friends
and-

in-between-

complain
but thats a habit

I put my coffee down and start
to smile
and feel a warmth
re-spreading

as people slowly
lose their fear
of touching

See a white rabbit climb
out of its hole
again
and squinting in
the sunlight