there is a scene
where the wind cant be kept from the ocean
and introverts
are sitting
they are fishing at the end of a moon
lit
and artificially lit
pier

the only thing they have caught so far
is a banjo shark
and
they blamed each other

i am out there with them
i am reading a book about humanity
contemplating hope
and simplicity

where there is a world
that people pick a book off
their shelves
and say
it's yours!

or pull out a drawer full of pens
and say
take your pick.

there are places
where people are nice.
there is hope
in the tiniest glimmer of light.