A Promise of Tomorrow

In times like these,

I am hyper-aware 

of my actions that ripple. 

Every breath I take is political 

and I think of the people whose right to breathe 

is being taken every day. 

I acknowledge the weight of 

every morsel I eat and all the plastic I throw away. 

And for all the damage I have done

I'll say sorry to the sun 

And walk shamefully,  

under the tree’s shade.

What can I do? 

But read the news 

and stare at the black, white, and sea of grey?

Understanding that my life

is defined by 

the promise of another day. 

A solid trust-worthy promise. 

Which is a lot more than most can say.