All've It by Matt Moberg, section 7

 ...continued

so here's to the believers

and the atheists

and the agnostics

and the people whose entire theology

is just trying not to cry

in the DMV line.

 

here's to the people clinging to faith.

 

here's to the people clinging to Xanax

and oat milk

and the one group chat

where nobody pretends to be okay.

 

here's to the tender-hearted weirdos.

 

the accidental mystics.

 

the ones who can contemplate mortality

for six straight hours

and then become emotionally attached

to a perfect peach.

 

the ones who know

despair has a mouth,

but so does laughter,

 

may we never stop being drop-kicked by beauty

in the middle of a sunday afternoon.

 

may we never become so polished 

that we forget how to stand

in the Starbucks lines of existence

with our dumb, gorgeous hearts open,

feeling the enormity of if all

rattle around in our bones

like thunder

looking for somewhere to laugh

 

...one more installment is on the way...