when clouds storm above
and trees stand tall,
shadowing over with excuses
a broken bridge, a toll, a car wreck, or something

when buildings fall
ignore the venomous whispers of the wind
and look up at the shining sun

poking through the rain

laugh in the dark
and hold on with fantasies
look past broken photographs

and washed out graffiti

listen for the music of the broken
and look out at skylines of possibility