“[…] we have much to hope from the flowers.”
Kindness is the only surprise
Left in the universe.
We see our world out every lens,
And we are outraged–
but not surprised.
But kindness?
That is a surprise.
It is nothing so brash as a promise–
promises being so breakable–
But is something that intimates,
Stretches and gives, becomes
A flash
Broad enough to encompass
All those divine goods
That we have not the goodness
To imagine;
Something bright,
The rock in the heavens that sparks back
Light in the night.
This honey-dripping scandal
That only God
Could be bold enough
To imagine:
This is what we call kindness.
Even Sherlock said so.
The Anarchist's Guide to Etiquette 