I like the ones where the trucks go off the roads

And hang over precipices and then somehow make it

I like the dogs FaceTimeing their masters to pick them up chicken nuggets

I don’t like the ones

Where parents drop their children into swimming pools or give their baby a slice of lemon to eat.

I think my tolerance for being dropped or swallowing bitter things is lessening

I’m still hopeful

Gazing into my telephone

Waiting for kindness

Right now as we hang off a precipice

I pray that we will know how to keep calm and carry on

And get back on the road.