Often we barely notice how much good is around us

how much good is in a single breath

or in a single step

How much good is in the cool air

that whips through our ears

and lifts up our hair

and leaves our noses red in the fall.

How much good there is in it all

In the early mornings

and the late evenings

when you first wake up

or slip back into sleep

when you splash water over your face

or when you brush your teeth,

the feeling of a warm dry towel

after emerging from the shower.

Often we barely notice when we are walking

all the faces that we pass.

All the bodies we brush against.

We forget they each have their own stories

their own beautiful lives

we don't notice that simply lifting our heads

and looking out at the sea of people

is viewing all of the world's history

in a single moment.

And often we barely notice how nice it is

to know something, to learn something

to have classes to go to.

To have homework to have to do.

Or how nice it is

The feeling of the rain

inside your bones and outside your window

walking around shrouded in a haze

all day.

Or laughter, the sweet sound

that rings through our ears

and tightens our stomachs

and makes us for a moment

ecstatic to be alive.

Or the sweet sound of music

accompanying a car ride

or a train ride

or a walk:

The way our strides fall into beat

and we look around as if the lyrics

know exactly what is going on in our life.

Maybe it's the feeling of a hug

from your mother or a past lover

a manifest expression of

it-will-all-be-ok.

Because it will all be ok

if we take the time to notice

often we never notice because

we don't take the time to notice

the good

in the bad

or the good in the good

or the good in the everyday

in between.