I picked up a Coke can today.
Lying on the pavement
Forgotten, crushed, tossed aside, still half-full.
I saw it on the way into the pharmacy.
When I came out, it was still there.
Bright, shiny, red,
Contrasting against the dull, lifeless, cold asphalt.
My dear friend’s son is
Dying of cancer.
So many people I love in
Trying to pick up the pieces.
What is the point of picking up a can
That I’m sure no one cares about?
I decide to take it home.
Drain it, pull off the tab to donate to Riley
And then into the recycle bin it goes.
I can’t pick up all the pieces.
I can’t make the angry, raging tumors disappear.
But I am able to pick up one can.
I will, in this moment,
Choose beauty over barrenness.
Choose to do something small
Rather than sit back, wishing for something big
That may never come.
I will choose hope.
I will choose to care.