In praise of kindness:
words are dark weapons but kindness is a shining thing
like the edges of the moon when blurred through clouds
and it’s kindness, not its opposite, which keeps me awake at night
feeling these things I can’t say, when all ears and eyes
are far away or sleeping and the night seems too thick.
The one thought that can thin darkness into dawn
is to send my own kindness travelling in its brightest form –
like stars and fireworks – crossing oceans and railtracks, roads and flight paths,
travelling time and distance to anyone who’s ever made me smile when I cried
or given me something I’d never have asked them for.