You Better Be Lightning (Button Poetry)

by Andrea Gibson

There is no escaping the magic now. Beauty caught me and never let me go.

I know most people try hard to do good and find out too late they should have tried softer.

because where I come from beauty is in the eye of anyone who sees what’s missing but can’t stop pointing to what’s still there. If there’s no definition for love yet— I think that’s a good one.

And no, it is not the weak who try to clock out early. It’s people who are desperate to go home.

Regret is a time machine to the past. Worry is a time machine to the future. Gratitude is a time machine to the present.

Silence rides shotgun wherever hate goes.