I Hope. I Am.

In a disaster

I hope I am the one running toward the trauma

To help

In a beat down world

A worn out place

An infinite intersection of loud, honking lives shouting to be heard

I hope I am known simply for my spectacular simplicity

My beauty

My unwavering dedication

Anyone can be great because anyone can serve

In an instant

As the apparition of these faces in a crowd fade like petals on a wet, black bough

I hope I am the passing memory of an exemplary human person

My brilliance used up

Freely given to this place