Slip on the banana peel of kindness 

Lighten, loosen, laugh it into little bits, don't be late. 

Downtown Santa Fe fifteen minutes ago, almost 8,000 feet high 

up, clear and cool but everybody was frowning, walking stiff and slow

like they're riding the automatic airport walkway through the shops and gates. 

And these ones were on vacation. But they're on the way to ok. 

Kindness is coming, it's on the way, it's already here. 

This is not as sappy as that smirk might think it is,

because this kind of kindness is fuckin' strong 

and you know that if you know how weak life was

when there wasn't any and none on the way, only fuckin' fear. 

It's so good up here, a hummingbird just smacked into my window 

and dropped to the dirt, but he or she not only lived through it, now 

he or she has that look in those tiny eyes and that accelerated wing flap

like maybe there was psilocybin in the feeder, in the glass, or in maybe me!

So go on, you, slip. This won't hurt, take it from me.