Finding Good
There
is some
in
a selfish cat
(perhaps the sweet whorled ear
where the Mama's petting voice
curls itself to sleep)
"oh precious, precious one..."
There
is some in the sky
and the slips of wavering air
that do not seem quite to be sky.
There
is weakness
in
many of us
and that is also good
for the weak do not care
how they love — shameless, they
gnash their teeth and howl.
There
is some.
There
is some.
So
at last
what good we find
may be balled together
like scraps of leftover foil
and after a while there might be enough
for people to stop by the roadside.
To stop and photograph it.
Mary Crockett Hill lives and works in southwestern